Michael Caine was in Jaws 4, an even worse film than Jaws 2.

Velvet Goldmine: Gay. Oh, you lucky gay men, you.

HEE. Well, yeah.

Michael Caine was in Jaws 4, an even worse film than Jaws 2.

DH says he saw an interview with Michael Caine where the interviewer asked him if he had seen Jaws 4. He replied that he had NOT but that he HAD seen the very lovely beach house he purchased with the paycheck and he loved it.

Heh--I remember seeing that quoted in more recent Caine interview.

Sad thing is that he had to skip receiving his Oscar for Hannah and Her Sisters since he was in the Bahamas making that movie.

Caine really does embody the "keep on working, regardless of the quality of roles" type of actor, doesn't he? I think one of my favorite of his less-noted films was The Fourth Protocol, costarring a pre-Bond Pierce Brosnan and Joanna Cassidy.

I would TOTALLY sleep with Christian Bale's Laurie from Little Women (if he ever got over the March sisters, that is.) I never was all Jo/Laurie 4evah!! and Laurie always struck me as kinda cheerfully boyish, but Bale's Laurie was all mischief and merry eyes, with a dash of usual Bale-like intensity. Adorable *and* attractive.

Oh, my god, Vonnie, that scene at the fence.

Oh yes, what Vonnie said.

And Bruce Wayne? No love for Bats?

Oh, my god, Vonnie, that scene at the fence.

I know! It broke me.

The bit of physical performance by Bale I remember most vividly from the movie was the scene in which Laurie and Jo are talking about... oh, I don't know. Probably about Meg and whasshisface. I don't recall much else, but there was a shot of Bale looking up at Winona Ryder holding a book tucked under his chin (I think) and he does this little spirit-fingers thing then clasp his fingers on top of the book, and he's trying to look mock-serious but his eyes are just dancing with mirth and OMG, he was so freakin' adorable I nearly died.

Clearly I need to rent this movie again.

And Bruce Wayne? No love for Bats?

She says:

Batman Begins: Might fake it okay, since he’s had a lot of practice for his secret identity, but you’re always going to come in second to his dead parents, his martyr complex, his secret fear that any time wasted on foreplay is time that some lunatic is out killing up Gotham City, and his pondering over whether that smear of white clay at the scene of the crime could only have come from the Murder City lime-pits, or Joe Kerr’s Pottery Outlet.

Which I find rather persuasive.

I thought we were talking about sleeping with the character - not necessarily having a relationship.