On any given day, I could easily name 20 or more women and men who could be put on either list; how can you really narrow it down to just 5? So I picked 10 of my favorite sexy moments to represent both sexes, on film or in some public appearance, although even that is too limiting. When is Liv Tyler not sexy? Or Ewan McGregor? Or Holly Hunter? Or Colin Farrell? You get the idea. Anyhow, here’s my list.
1. Sigourney Weaver, Working Girl
The absolute queen of drop-dead gorgeous in her white lingerie. Of course, Sigourney is so unrelentingly hot, she looks good sweaty and shaved-headed, too.
The scene which had the greatest probability of making me shed all remnant of my heterosexuality. Luckily for Mr. Shakes, the Bowie-lust held me in hetero thrall. Which is kind of amazing, considering Bowie’s practically a lesbian.
Come on now. That is just one stunningly beautiful woman. The first time I saw Hugh Jackman as Wolverine, I couldn’t decide if I wanted to fuck him, or be him. I recall, upon seeing the Queen sail down the red carpet in this dress, I had a very similar quandary.
It’s not really fair that Rosario Dawson’s unbelievable sexiness is lost among the ruin that is the rest of Alexander. Her body is amazing. The rest of the movie is so appalling, however, I’m still not sure I’d recommend renting it, unless you’re willing to fast forward just to see her in action.
1. George Clooney, the Oscar Speech
He’s a classic. He’s a tux. He never goes out of style. He’s George friggin’ Clooney.
A rather recent and highly sustainable crush. The ever lust-worthy Warrick on CSI, and I don’t care even if it really were the crappiest show on television (which John Howard will continue to tell me from here to eternity); I’d still watch it just to drool over Gary Dourdan, who is just all kinds of hotness.
Yeah, he was hot shit as Batman, but check his ass out as Bruce Wayne. Not too bloody shabby. I was barely deterred from wanting to do him when he was a bag of bones in The Machinist, even though his rib cage would have punctured my lung.
Obviously, this picture isn’t from a movie. I chose it because it shows off his hands, which are criminally sexy. Also, I’ll watch any piece of shit film if he’s in it; as proof, I submit to you that I have seen both Darkman and Satisfaction each more than once. (I also, as an aside, adore his wife, Natasha Richardson.)
Rounding out the group (and saved as best for last) is Colin Firth, who is so utterly charming in Love Actually that I am reduced to loopy fawnfulness the levels of which I’m embarrassed to admit. Just look—a tall, broad-shouldered man in a cable-knit sweater sitting at a typewriter!
(Okay, maybe I’m biased. But come on, there’s no typewriter.)
There’s just something about a guy who looks great in a big, wooly jumper, or a big scarf, with a big head of curls.
Swoon.
All right—so that’s my list. Whatcha got?
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