The article that went with that picture I found said that Bale put back on the 63 pounds he lost for The Machinist in six weeks in order to try out for Batman. And, one would assume, it was muscle weight rather than fat as they didn't cast him as Donutman instead.

The mental image of him going on a 'roid rage while bulking up really shouldn't be funny, but it is.

my shock and horror at the utter absence of Barry Lyndon

I call myself a movie-lover for having actually sat through both Days of Heaven and 1900. I am sad to report that I have missed the Ryan O'Neal in short pants and fluffy shirtsleeves movie.

I have also never seen The Leopard, The Sweet Smell of Success, or any single Jimmy Cagney movie all the way through.

My movie-lover certification came after I sat though a broadcast of Angels and Insects late one night. I should have opted for watching paint dry instead.

I have missed the Ryan O'Neal in short pants and fluffy shirtsleeves movie.

Also (from what I understand) a hauntingly pretty scene lit entirely by candlelight.

I kinda liked Angels and Insects. Not enough to rent it a second time, but enough to have watched it and come away with a general fondness for it.

The first fifteen minutes of A Clockwork Orange involved the rape of a woman using a clown mask . Uh, no thanks.

Barry Lyndon is one of the most beautiful movies ever made.

Well, so is Days of Heaven, but the latter is (I can say) about as boring a movie as you'll find.

(It was shot almost entirely in the gloaming, and it shows; pity nobody spent that much care on the script.)

Days Of Heaven is known in my family as Hours of Hell.

Barry Lyndon made me gasp and cry. I don't remember ever being bored.

I like Full Metal Jacket up to the hooker scene and then I don't. I feel I may just be too too shallow for the Kubrik love.