I think the "preternatural" part of the "beauty" is what puts me off. Too...something. Fey, maybe, in the case of JRM and Adrien Brody.

I'm down with Bowie being attractive currently, though.

To me preternatural has always meant that exactly -- fey, sort of otherworldly. For me, Bowie is that. The others, not so much. Tim Curry, for instance, is so solidly earthy to me, very lush, you know?

To me preternatural has always meant that exactly -- fey, sort of otherworldly. For me, Bowie is that. The others, not so much.

Yeah -- Miles Davis and Willem Dafoe, for instance, I wouldn't call fey. But they have a cheekbone thing going on, and spooky eyes. Maybe that's what makes them preternatural.

I don't even think JRM is preternatural. He's femme, but not preternatural. He's just a pretty, pretty man. The rest? Much more outside the norm. Judging from much of the list, the author has a thing for eyes. Quite a few piercing pairs there.

I also would put Willem Dafoe not on a preternatural list, but on a joli laid list. Onscreen, anyway. Saw him in Bed Bath and Beyond once, and he was quite normal looking.

JRM is also not so attractive to me in still photos, but in motion? A lot of his appeal, for me, is when he's animated. He's pretty hot in The Tudors, anyway.

I don't think I could ever find Christopher Walken sexy after the scene in Pulp Fiction. Which I *love*, don't get me wrong, but ... no.

in motion? A lot of his appeal, for me, is when he's animated

Are you counting that final running scene in Bend It Like Beckham?

Um, I guess? I haven't seen that movie for a long time.

Bowie, JRM, and Brody are the only three from that list that I'd agree on about the preternatural beauty (with the caveat that Bowie's the only one of the three that I actually find attractive). The rest are compelling as all get out, but I attribute that to the forces of their charisma and talent. Put the average person's personality behind their faces and you'd just have unremarkable fugliness.

Well, maybe in Kinski's case, remarkable fugliness.

Um, I guess? I haven't seen that movie for a long time.

I'd guess not. That scene is branded onto my eyeballs for the sheer awkwardness he suddenly sprouts and the way his hands flap uselessly and the ends of his bent arms. He's done decently with the soccer ball all movie, and now complete klutz. Killed what should have been a marvellous moment for me.

Are you counting that final running scene in Bend It Like Beckham?

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