A comment somebody made on my prior James Spader post:
“No woman in her right mind could find that fat, bloated, pig sexy. I am truly sorry.”
Nobody has ever said that I’m in my right mind. Sorry couldn’t resist.
I have spent my life going for the tall dark, Byronic looking skinny men. Actually it’s a family tradition.
When I saw Sex Lies & Video Tapes, I was shocked that I found James Spader to be one of the two or three sexiest men I had ever seen. When I reviewed films I put Secretary on the very top of my ten best list because it was, and until my old DVR player died it was much played.
I love James Spader’s ability to get into a character and become it. I love the editing he does, and how stingy he is with his lines. He lets his face and body do most of his acting and I’m in awe of that.
He has the sexiest eyes in the history of eyes, and can say more with looks from those eyes that most men can with a thousand words.
When he started on The Practice (thinner, I agree, than he is now) I and all my friends were totally thrilled with the Alan Shore persona–part snark, part Robin Hood, pure sex appeal, riveting, intelligent, and most important somebody we knew would be there for us if he were our friend, lover, lawyer–even enemy.
His was a new character for TV; he never plays Alan Shore safely, and I love that.
We’re all getting older, and with middle-age comes some wonderful perks, like the ability to really laugh at ourselves (as he does), and maybe some wisdom. But our bodies, none of them, are what they were at 20.
As you (the commenter) feel sorry for me, I feel sorrier for you, for you’ll never know the thrill of watching people age and liking them even more for now it’s not just about bodies, and cuteness and ratings, but content.
James Spader’s content just keeps on getting better.
Did I mention those eyes?
