You are so unbelievably lost, I am surprised you have not finished this exchange with "No, wait! I meant The Muppets Take Manhattan not The Bourne Identity."

I'm even more lost now. The really good actor out in the field near the end of the movie was darker-haired than Matt Damon? The German guy? Anyhow, he's a really good actor, though (as I have now abundantly demonstrated) completely faceless as far as I am concerned. And fictively blond.

The Muppet slur is beneath you, really. Besides, the Muppets are visually superior to Clive Owen inasmuch as I know what all of them look like and can easily distinguish them from one another.

He was Deb's default LJ icon for a while, so I know you've at least seen one picture.

THAT'S Colin Firth?

Are you people lying about who you find hot just to fuck with me?

Colin Ferguson was that guy who represented himself, of course.

You're so skewed. It is heartening to see that now many of the hits on that search are my boy, not my yardie. That was one terrifying report to hear on the news -- and just when I can exhale about the identity, they reveal the shooter's nationality. Lord have mercy, as we say.

I consider not much darker than me blonde, and am confused by the range of designations. The strawberry thing still makes me wrinkle my nose.

Steph: Robin's link to BMW films -- some of them are great. Beat The Devil is hysterical. Ticker is star-studded cool, Chosen is cute. Powder Keg is dumb, though -- avoid.

cereal for Steph: Colin Firth.

He's not blond, honey.

Clive was blonde in Croupier, and at his nummiest IMHO.

cereal for Steph: Colin Firth.

Huh. And he's considered hot?

I think there's something not wired right in my brain.

Besides, the Muppets are visually superior to Clive Owen inasmuch as I know what all of them look like and can easily distinguish them from one another.

Yes, well their color coding extends well beyond the normative human spectrum - so keeping track of the blue one (Grover) and the green one (Kermit) is not so challenging. And they do conveniently provide broad clues within the same color choice (Cookie Monster, while also blue, entirely lacks a nose.)

I think there's something not wired right in my brain.

You may merely bethe counterpoint to me, who finds an unholy number of men pretty, and seems to be quite devoid of judgement on the topic.

Are you people lying about who you find hot just to fuck with me?

I ask myself the same thing every time someone swoons over Jake Gyllenhal or James Franco.

I think havign an international assassin in The Muppets Take Manhattan would have been a BRILLIANT plot twist! Quick, can he sing? Can he dance?

I first saw Owen in Second Sight, and feel all smart at having discovered him long before people-who-don't-watch-PBS-or-Beeb-America did. (He played an obnoxiously cocky detective who was slowly going blind.) I think a number of his projects are unremarkable, or he is unremarkable in them, or else the project is such that it's not exactly a Hollywood Star Turn. Like, his character in Croupier wore tuxedoes and all, but he was a cynical turd of a man. Very interesting movie, and I liked it, but not the sort of thing that gigaplexes sell out for (like King Arthur, but intentionally).