So the Academy Awards were last night, and although I had no intention of watching (zero interest, despite my decades-long devotion to the Oscars; we’ll discuss all of that in another post), I had to, if only to hear my favorite being nominated for a Best Supporting Actor award. He won previously for producing 12 Years a Slave, but the acting is where he and I met in the first place, so it meant something to yours truly.
The giddiness was real. Still is.
Bon Monday, wherever you are.
It’s been a while since we discussed Wednesday lovelies. Here’s one for your consideration.
You know how I feel about him. I discussed his blueprint status here. Before my dear Idris, it was him. It’s still him. You know how you’ll never forget your fourth-grade crush even though you’re now in college and your current “true love” plays football and loves Shakespearean sonnets? It’s like that. Anyway, the photo above is from January, when Brad came on stage as a surprise presenter for the Golden Globes, and the audience went nuts. Here’s Matt Damon’s reaction from that moment.
Look at Matt. Look at the smiles of the people around him. See the applause. Can you hear the applause?
That’s what he does, y’all. That’s the Brad Pitt je ne sais quoi.
I love him.
I’ll end here.
Not this Mr. Pitt.
I’ll refrain from typing too many adjectives about him or going too far with this. Just know that I fell in love with him when I was 15. It was during this scene in Legends of the Fall, a movie we had no right to be seeing. Nevertheless, courtesy of the fact that my old friend’s mom had no problem buying movie tickets for five underage girls, there I was, looking into those gleaming celluloid eyes and that golden hair and falling into knee-deep, eternal, I-will-name-my-firstborn-son-Tristan love with Brad Pitt. It was acute. So acute that I stood up from my seat and began to applaud him. (True story.) The efforts of my laughing friends to sit me down and halt my clapping were futile. I was done: officially a forever fan and poised to become Mrs. Pitt if a need for that ever presented itself.
These days, I have no adolescent Mrs. Pitt delusions, but of the few actors I admire, he’s one of them. (Seriously, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button is a film I can talk about for days, if only for the cinematography and how the movie stayed with me long after it was over.) And so I leave you with a Pitt-related sigh. Happy Throwback Thursday.