Trailers! Trailers! Trailers!

This week has been a virtual extravaganza of trailers for movies with Hot Men! Unfortunately (for me), I don't actually find most of them hot in their respective films. :o( Johnny Depp is always a hit-or-miss kind of guy for me but Christian is usually pretty good, even when the movie is dreck. (Actually, that's a lie. As I was typing that sentence I thought of The Machinist and Rescue Dawn so I guess Christian's really rather hit-or-miss himself. Hmm. Depressing.) Andrew Garfield looks the most promising in his trailer, but his overall Hotness has yet to be confirmed. (Have YOU seen him in anything else? Didn't think so. He will, however, be the new Spider-Man so there's definite Hot potential there.) Still, I haven't had a Hot Men post in aaaages so here you go!

Here's a too-skinny-and-balding Christian Bale in The Fighter:

(Mark Wahlberg has never really done anything for me so his being a topless boxer isn't a huge draw.)

Here's Andrew (and Carey Mulligan and Keira Knightley) in the trailer for Never Let Me Go:

The movie is based on the book of the same name by Kazuo Ishiguro; and believe it or not, even though it sounds like a smart person's book, I've read it! Robert actually bought it for me several years ago because he'd read a lot about it and thought I'd enjoy it. I did like it but it's very... different. For me, anyway. And had I not read the book, I don't think I'd have any idea what's happening in the trailer. Which, on one hand, is good - nothing really gets spoiled. But on the other, I don't think I'd be drawn to the movie at all! The trailer that was shown at the London Film Festival sheds a little more light on the film's plot:

The big reveal is a little more revealed here and while it makes things seem more interesting, I feel like it sort of ruins the intrigue of the story a bit. Either way, I'm glad I've already read the book!

And here's Johnny Depp (and Angelina Jolie) in the trailer for The Tourist:

Johnny's character seems very cute, personality-wise, but I've never been a fan of shaggy men. And Angelina's British accent isn't the worst on screen but it's still sort of distracting. Will Robert see this movie? Eh. Hard to call. We haven't been going to the movies all that often lately and this one doesn't scream "ROBERT!" We'll see.

On a sort of similar note, here's a little behind-the-scenes video of Conan O'Brien's recent promotional photo shoot. You can read a little about it here.

Movie Morsels 52 - Public Enemies

A new 'trailer' for Public Enemies debuted during the MTV Movie Awards on Sunday so, of course, I must fulfill my Hot Men oath and pass it along. Great googlymoogly - Johnny Depp looks FOIN in this movie!!! Ha cha cha!

Johnny Depp

Johnny Depp doesn't always ring my bell. Yes, he is so very sexy in movies like Chocolat and What's Eating Gilbert Grape? - and he looks like a dynamite kisser - but in his everyday attire he's a bit... wonky looking. Plus, he rolls his own cigarettes which means there is no filter which for some reason conjures up images of black, sticky, tarry teeth and that just douses any fire I might've had going tout suite!


Clean Johnny? Good. Public Enemies Johnny? Goooood.

Stinky, tar-breath, oily, unwashed Johnny? Mmmm... no thank you.

The point of all my rambling? That, whether or not he lights your fire, Johnny Depp is a nice guy. An out-of-the-ordinary-in-Hollywood nice guy. This is a post by a young woman who got a chance to meet Johnny on the Public Enemies set and it sounds like he is truly a sweet guy who appreciates his fans. I highly recommend the 6-page fawn fest but if you don't have time, here are some telling excerpts:

Finally, around 3:30 a.m., a guy we later learned was Jerry—Johnny's ballsy British bodyguard—came over and asked who we were waiting for.

We hesitated. "…Johnny Depp." Sh*t. This is it. This is where he tells us Johnny won't come out and we sat in the freezing cold and rain for nothing.

"Do you have anything you want him to sign?" We all nodded and frantically dug through our bags. Out of foolish hopefulness I'd been carrying my Edward Scissorhands DVD for days.

Jerry told us to write our names so Johnny could personalize them. He said, "Okay, I'm gonna have him sign these, and when he's finished changing he'll come out and do some pictures. Alright?"

and

When he approached, my heart stopped. Time stalled into a weird, slow-motion dream sequence. I couldn't believe it: Johnny Depp, in the beautiful beautiful flesh, looking at me, smiling. I'm surprised I didn't faint or scream or collapse or shatter into millions of pieces.

He shook my hand. I looked into those perfect deep brown eyes and somehow managed, "You are my favorite actor."

He smiled and quietly said, “Thank you.”

Tentatively, I started, "Could I have a…" Before I could finish, he cut me off with a hug. I all but melted. I know swooning is utterly cliché, but—holy God!—I only got the strength to squeeze back from my determination to not make an idiot of myself. After momentarily losing my ability to speak from being in Johnny Depp's arms (!), I beamed, "It is such an honor to meet you."

With his arm still around me, he smiled again, "Oh, the honor's all mine." We took a picture, and for once I wasn’t paranoid that I looked terrible.

and

As we walked, he patted us on the back, squeezed our shoulders, smiled: "Thank you girls for coming out here, I feel so bad that you were waiting in the cold and rain for so long; thank you. Get some sleep, girls." We thanked him in return. I mean, sh*t, Johnny Depp has nothing to thank me for. I have everything to thank him for.

Very classy. It definitely makes me like him that much more (though not enough to completely get past the Smoky Joe Tar Tooth-ness... sorry).