Come what may...

[busby1013]

I've slowly recently realized that in fact, the gold standard of movie men is Ewan McGregor in Moulin Rouge. He is absolute perfection in every way in this film: handsome as fuck, singing, dancing, crying, laughing, and he keeps his real accent. It's exactly him at his best. Every man since has subconsciously been compared to him. Well, not so much unconsciously anymore, but still. He is the weight by which all others are balanced on the beam that is my fangirl scale.

That is all.