Hugh Jackman

My crush for DL rages on, but duty calls. I must induct another Corral member. I just can't stop thinking about the fact that The Forsyte Saga is in the mail right this very minute. Over five hours of Damian. Wowy wow wow! Okay, to the task at hand, I will try to do him justice.

Name: Hugh Jackman

Nickname(s): The Jackman; Huge Jackman; H-u-u-gh.

Why He’s a Boyfriend: Yes, yes I know. He’s a hyper-good looking, über muffiny Mr. Sexypants. I know, I know…boy do I know. But just say his name. Hugh. H-u-g-h. Doesn't that just make you shiver? What? That isn’t a good enough reason? Okay, he is a pretty boy, and I go for that kind sometimes (cf. George Eads). Hugh is the over-developed, studly Clydesdale that every Corral worth it's oats needs. I guess I should point out he's funny, talented, smart, and exceptionally nice. Blah, blah, blah.

Best Features: Massively hot, swoonsome babeness; Scumdiddlyumpcious chest/torso area...okay entire body; He's horrid at keeping his shirt on; Australian accent (Accents = beaucoup points)
Thing You Must See Him In: As popular as he is, Hugh has only been in a handful of films so far. I have seen exactly two and a half of them: X-Men (good), Someone Like You (stinky, but features my favorite scene.), and about 46 minutes of Kate & Leopold (hopelessly stinky). I will be seeing X2 opening night, and I am guessing that since he has a nude (!) scene that this will become my favorite piece of Jackman footage. Just ignore the moaning noise you hear from the back of the theater. If you can't ignore it, just consider it preparation for the squealing you'll be hearing when I see Down with Love. His next project is Van Helsing, which doesn't sound promising. But I'll probably see it anyway. Which leads me to the next issue...

Piece of Work You Must Run Screaming From: Many of you who don't already know me have probably figured out something out by now. This catagory is moot. I know full well that almost every Boyfriend in the Corral has more than his fair share of steaming piles on the old resume. I can pick the worst one each for each boy and put it in this section of the write-up. I can then avoid it as I burn through all other boyfriend "footage" (bless The Caruso for coining that term). I can stamp my feet and pretend that I won't see the stinkeroo in question. I can say, "I sat through Woman Wanted, I can't do something like that for another boy." This ruse lasts for about a week
All my posturing is a thinly veiled attempt to perpetuate the myth - and convince myself - that I have standards. Which I do. Sometimes. Just not usually when it comes to the Corral. And by "not usually" I mean never. Although Hugh may be the exception that proves the rule, because I think I can safely say that I have no desire to see Swordfish. Really. With this realization comes the elimination of this catagory. I hate to axe a section without something to replace it. So, I will let you decide. Should it be the boy's bio? A review of the stinkiest movie he's made? The section where Mark expresses his honest (but not too honest, so I won't cry) opinion about the boy? Vote now, and vote often!

What Made Me First Love Him: I'd love to be able to say that it was some obscure Australian film or play (He sings! Swoon!) that turned me onto the Jackman. Keeping with the corporeal theme, I have to admit that it was his half-nekkid, bad ass Wolverine that got me all a-flutter.

What Makes Us Perfect for Each Other: He's lousy at keeping his shirt on. I am lousy at not yelling "Take it off!" Sounds like a meaningful healthy relationship to me.

Why We Probably Wouldn't Work Out: The problem with all pretty boys is they are usually prettier than me. That just can't be.

Corral Main Page | Bad Tiki Home | Archive

Contact Lois Lane