I like this picture because I have an unnatural love for Iggy Pop, and for all its flaws, McGregor's version of Pop in Velvet Goldmine did ooze sex and animal magnetism. It also provided yet another opportunity to see Ewan give the finger to mainstream Hollywood by, um, wagging something else at them-see also The Pillow Book, Trainspotting, and Young Adam for more evidence of this rebellious streak. Sure, he's gone mainstream now, but he's got kids to feed. Besides, how can you hate someone who's best buds with Jude Law?
I've been nursing this unnatural obsession ever since I saw the preview(yes, the preview) for Shallow Grave on the Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert tape I rented far too many times from my friendly neighborhood Movie Gallery, so this has been going on for a solid 10 years now. Won't you join me in my adoration of this eyeliner-loving, nudity-championing marquee idol?
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Whoa. Meredith, sometimes your selection of boys is so in key with my own heart's (er, vagina's) tastes, that I think we must be brothers from another mother.
I mean Ewan McGregor is MY love. He's the winner of the only blonde-I-would-gladly-screw award for a dime and a cappuciono.
Come online soon so we can blab about boys. I didn't get any sleep. My brain chemistry levels are set on "immature" today.
love you love you love you
sharing a booth with Ewan McGregor AND Simon Reeve,
mmmmhhhhhhh
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