Back in March, I promised a posting of my Top Ten List. (Given the recent dearth of posts on this clog, I should consider stretching that list out to ten posts.)
The list has been a fluid thing over the years, but Paul Rudd has been there since I first saw him (along with just about everyone else) in 1995's Clueless. In the spring of 1998, I had to log a weekend of retail therapy to get over seeing Rudd in The Object of My Affection. (He completely destroyed me in that film.) And unlike Rachel Weisz's character in The Shape of Things (2003), I thought Paul Rudd's character was perfect and not in need of a makeover.
So, thanks to Peter's surfing, I bring you the intelligent sensuality of Paul Rudd:
(Lookit the boxers on the floor! I'm done!)