No, I am not obsessed with Reidys. Fascinated is more like it.
No, I am not obsessed with Jake Gyllenhaal. Admiring of, is more like it.
But if you read these blogs, both subjects pop up, quite a bit, as it were. Okay, yes. I have a man-crush on Jake. I Gyllenhaalucinate (Pat. Pend. TM Registered).
No, I am not obsessed with Jake Gyllenhaal. Admiring of, is more like it.
But if you read these blogs, both subjects pop up, quite a bit, as it were. Okay, yes. I have a man-crush on Jake. I Gyllenhaalucinate (Pat. Pend. TM Registered).
I mean, it's not like he's a teen-ager. He's 41 now. But let's stay away from talk of "teen-age"; shall we? That's just creepy. I mean, when does a man-crush become age inappropriate? Like, say, Nick Jonas. He's like 30 now. Does that make it okay? Why are we even having this conversation? Let's move on, shall we? But I think we can all agree that Jake is a fully grown, full-grown man. With a capital "M"!
Jake and I share the same birthday, December 19th. We're both Sagittarians. I guess I feel a kinship. Like, I would totally take selfies of myself in a hotel room in my socks and underwear. Now, as to who would want to seem them? That's a question you'll have to ask yourself.
Jake and I share the same birthday, December 19th. We're both Sagittarians. I guess I feel a kinship. Like, I would totally take selfies of myself in a hotel room in my socks and underwear. Now, as to who would want to seem them? That's a question you'll have to ask yourself.
Are the above pictures photoshopped? The top one looks legit. Which begs the question, who took it?
But I digress...
So anyways, as I venture further out onto the thin ice of dirty-old-man-perviness; in my defense, I must say that Mr. Gyllenhaal has a smokin' hot body and he knows it. As well he should. He's proud of it and he should be and he's certainly not been shy about showing skin in many of his projects. And blasting his physique into the spheres of unbelievability. And who is he doing this for, if not moviegoers like me, who are not just buying tickets to see his sensitive portrayals of disillusioned, yet fiercely intelligent young men with ineffable sadness and existential angst twinkling in their baby-blues; but his eat-lunch-off-able slab of six pack abs?
But I digress...
So anyways, as I venture further out onto the thin ice of dirty-old-man-perviness; in my defense, I must say that Mr. Gyllenhaal has a smokin' hot body and he knows it. As well he should. He's proud of it and he should be and he's certainly not been shy about showing skin in many of his projects. And blasting his physique into the spheres of unbelievability. And who is he doing this for, if not moviegoers like me, who are not just buying tickets to see his sensitive portrayals of disillusioned, yet fiercely intelligent young men with ineffable sadness and existential angst twinkling in their baby-blues; but his eat-lunch-off-able slab of six pack abs?
Cripes! Make that "ten pack"!
Anyhow...
I am thrilled to report that Jake has actually portrayed a Reidy on the silver screen! Technically, anyways.
You see, back in 2010, Jake starred in a movie called Love & Other Drugs. It was based on a book by a Mr. Jamie Reidy. It's sort of the adventures of a Viagra salesman. I Netflixed and chilled it many moons ago. The only images I can conjure are Jake maneuvering a rolling suitcase full of pharmaceuticals and a rollicking love scene between him and Anne Hathaway that had both thespians revealing scads of skin between the sheets. Anne maybe even more than Jake. I'm guessing the conversation went a little like this:
Anne: So, I read the script Ari. I love it; but this love scene...it reads like I'm gonna be not just topless but everything else-less...the leading man too...
Ari: Yeah, they're only reading for actors willing to do the full Monty.
Anne: Bush?
Ari: Probably...
Anne: I don't know...I just don't know...
Ari: Jake Gyllenhaal is a lock--
Anne: I'm in!
Hey, she's no fool!
Anyhow...
I am thrilled to report that Jake has actually portrayed a Reidy on the silver screen! Technically, anyways.
You see, back in 2010, Jake starred in a movie called Love & Other Drugs. It was based on a book by a Mr. Jamie Reidy. It's sort of the adventures of a Viagra salesman. I Netflixed and chilled it many moons ago. The only images I can conjure are Jake maneuvering a rolling suitcase full of pharmaceuticals and a rollicking love scene between him and Anne Hathaway that had both thespians revealing scads of skin between the sheets. Anne maybe even more than Jake. I'm guessing the conversation went a little like this:
Anne: So, I read the script Ari. I love it; but this love scene...it reads like I'm gonna be not just topless but everything else-less...the leading man too...
Ari: Yeah, they're only reading for actors willing to do the full Monty.
Anne: Bush?
Ari: Probably...
Anne: I don't know...I just don't know...
Ari: Jake Gyllenhaal is a lock--
Anne: I'm in!
Hey, she's no fool!
Here's Jamie when he was younger and his eyebrows were in full flower:
Speaking of eyebrows; check out Mr. Gyllenhaal's caterpillars! I say make him an honorary Reidy right now!
Apparently, Love & Other Drugs was autobiographical and I'm assuming Jamie used his actual surname in the book. However, for the movie, they changed the character's last name to "Randall." Why? I'm guessing because almost nobody at that point in history had ever known anyone with the odd and infinitely mis-pronounceable name of "Reidy."
So, how many degrees of separation, based on this intel, are there between me and Jake? Well, if I'm related to Jamie (and I'd have to be, somehow, right?): then it's three degrees. However, I've actually been within five feet of Oliver Platt and Patrick Swayze, who were both at the Los Angeles premiere party of Andrew Lloyd Webber's Sunset Blvd. The black-tie affair was held on a soundstage at the Paramount lot and I was a page at the time, working the event. At one point I went inside and Oliver Platt was dancing. I remember it because it was something that can't be unseen. He's in Love & Other Drugs with Jake:
So, how many degrees of separation, based on this intel, are there between me and Jake? Well, if I'm related to Jamie (and I'd have to be, somehow, right?): then it's three degrees. However, I've actually been within five feet of Oliver Platt and Patrick Swayze, who were both at the Los Angeles premiere party of Andrew Lloyd Webber's Sunset Blvd. The black-tie affair was held on a soundstage at the Paramount lot and I was a page at the time, working the event. At one point I went inside and Oliver Platt was dancing. I remember it because it was something that can't be unseen. He's in Love & Other Drugs with Jake:
So that would be two degrees. Thanks Oliver! Cripes, I'm starting to sound like a stalker.
Love & Other Drugs made 103 million against a 30 million dollar budget, which would make it a hit. How about a sequel? Love & Other Drugs: Still Naked After All These Years.
Anyways, at the risk of seeming like a creeper, I will offer up the following photo in a gesture of kindred spirituality; but I won't lie and say I didn't break a sweat getting this picture.
Love & Other Drugs made 103 million against a 30 million dollar budget, which would make it a hit. How about a sequel? Love & Other Drugs: Still Naked After All These Years.
Anyways, at the risk of seeming like a creeper, I will offer up the following photo in a gesture of kindred spirituality; but I won't lie and say I didn't break a sweat getting this picture.
Time for some drugs...and other love.
Ciao
CFR 9/3/22
Ciao
CFR 9/3/22