Javier Bardem: The Sleeper Hit of My Summer

And by summer, I mean loins. The Bardster can ACT. He made me cry in Before Night Falls, and he's charmed the pants off me AND scared the pants off me since. That's versatile. An Oscar for your talents, Bardy. And keep your cattle gun away from me.




If you haven't seen No Country For Old Men yet, you must. I don't know if it's a movie I would ever watch again, or would need to, but for the time you're seeing it in the theater it is the only thing that exists. That, terror, and the blood pooling in your mouth because you're biting your fingers so damn hard in fear.