Introducing, Dixie Followill

Congratulations, Caleb and Lily!

You gave your daughter an awesome name.  So far, you're great parents!









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Throttle Up

Jeremy Renner and Universal aren't messing around with their roll-out of The Bourne Legacy.  This cover story from Empire is building my anticipation.




Very nice work behind the camera, Sarah Dunn!

(Oh, those arms.  Those arms!)



And then there are these shots of Jeremy leaving Chateau Marmont on a motorcycle.  I sat on a motorcycle for the first time ever last night.  My desire to learn how to ride has been growing steadily over the past year and the thought of saddling up with Jeremy?

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Man of the Hour: Jim Moriarty

Or, more specifically, Andrew Scott's Jim Moriarty.

Not to worry - a new trailer for The Bourne Legacy is due at the end of the week and I suspect Jeremy Renner will regain his position of honor here soon enough.

In the meantime, however, I finally watched the last episode of the second Sherlock series.  Benedict Cumberbatch is still exotically brilliant but Andrew Scott is the one I'm thinking of in the shower these days.  His Jim Moriarty is chillingly intelligent and diabolically manipulative.  Here, at his slippery and calculating best:



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Moriarty is, obviously, an insane force for malevolence but he also shows great humor, flashes of vulnerability, and, most of all, a very humanizing sensuality (something largely lacking in Cumberbatch's Holmes).  For example, this scene is wildly creepy but the way Scott works his eyes is undeniably sexy:



The series' finale suggests Moriarty won't be returning for more opportunities to send shivers (good and bad) down my spine.  I suppose I'll have to keep calm and carry on.

Best Scene on the Worst Show

I hate myself for watching the whole season of Smash.  Badly-written, insane characters played by actors whose skill-levels range from mediocre to incompetent.  If only the production numbers weren't so charming.

Case in point: this delightful scene wherein Derek fantasizes about Karen as Marilyn.



I love the way he stares at her with the pure innocence of a little boy.  Well played, Jack Davenport.

You Either Think All People Are Created Equal or You Don't

We can no longer afford the luxury of a leisurely attack upon prejudice and discrimination.  There is much that state and local governments can do in providing safeguards for civil rights.  But we cannot, any longer, await the growth of a will to action in the slowest state of the most backward community....We must strive to advance civil rights wherever it lies within our power.
 

-President Truman, Address to the NAACP, June 28, 1947

Man of the Hour: Jeremy Renner, Part III

Yowza.  According to my Blogger stats, somebody out there sure loves them some Jeremy and it's not just me.

So, let's feed the beast.

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And, he is a beast, isn't he?  I like the way he's looking at Scarlett.  I love how he actually looks at people.  Like he's honestly engaged with them.  He also looked at her that way at the Oscars last year:

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Or how about when he looked at Carey Mulligan that way at the Oscars the year before?

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I guess I'll have to put The Avengers on my To Do List so I can look at him that way for a while.

Man of the Hour: Jeremy Renner, Part II

In truth, the real Man of the Hour is a past-lover/former-boss who recently became the current-boss of a good girlfriend/former co-worker/past-lover.  My life isn't actually as soap opera as that sentence reads but I swear the scenario is true.  Plus, neither one knows that the other used to be my lover.  Plus, despite now being married, he's sending me flirty messages via my unwitting friend.  He's certifiably a dick but it was the best sex I've ever had.  So, although I will not reciprocate his flirtation, the fact that he still wants me fills me with hot lava.

I will distract myself with the reigning Man of the Hour, Jeremy Renner.  Dude, I don't care if you're gay, straight, bi-, reclusive, whatever.  I just love a man with talented fingers.