Other than learning that Karl Urban is taking on the role of Judge Dredd…face armor included?
Can you imagine hiding those dreamy eyes from his number one adoring fan? No, my neither.
I get the whole comic book hero thing about covering up the face…it’s supposed to be MYSTERIOUS. Personally, I think the producers have made a big mistake. Women could give a flying fuck about mysterious. Okay, a little mystery is interesting. Up to a point. Like not finding out right away that a guy is a slob or that he’s just a little too close to his mother.
Most of the actors in recent block-buster comic book-to-movie extravaganzas eventually show you the goods. Iron Man is probably the best example of having your cake and eating it too. You get to see Tony Stark in tight pants AND a really cool action man outfit.
I want me some cake!
It’s an offense to all that is girly to make Karl wear something that hides a pair of his best assets. As one of my top ten sexiest men on this planet, he deserves to expose so much more…like his feet. Have you ever seen his feet? Absolutely gorgeous…and huge? Oh my yes.
I mean…I could understand if it was someone like Byronic Man, or Tom, or Steve, or Oma, in the role (they are also on my top ten list) because they are just mere mortals (sorry guys but it’s true.) Each in their own way has a certain sex appeal.
Like Byronic Man, for example. How’s that for a swoony kind of nom de plume. (He claims he dons a cape and mask nightly to fight crime but I just think he’s saying that to impress the ladies.)
Tom has a thing for poop. His negativity is a big turn on…makes me want to get all S&M on his ass.
Steve, being a scientist, I’m sure knows how to light a girl’s bunsen burner off the thermodynamic temperature scale.
And Oma is a cop. A hot cop. I’m talking NYPD Blue in the early years hot.
Then there is the Mister, who is all this and more. However, as far as I know, not one of these guys is from New Zealand or part of the cast of Lord of the Rings, Red, The Borne Supremacy or Star Trek.
Except maybe in their imaginations.
Sadly, this decision by Peter Travis (the director) to keep Karl underexposed has left me with no option but to focus on Karl’s lips for the entire duration of the movie…
Ah. Ahem. Okay. *eye roll*
Ignore what I just wrote. I so totally get what Peter is doing. The man is a genius…and a bit of a sneaky bugger. But I’m on to you, Pete. And when September 21 arrives and I’m first in the theatre, I’ll be all set with my anti-fog glasses for that super hot nude scene I know will be coming.
Because if Karl’s not showing his face he’ll be showing something else. Right? RIGHT??