Friday, November 23, 2007
There are few actors that I really go ga-ga over. Brad Pitt. OK. Tom Cruise. Cuter when he was younger. But Christian Bale? Now there's a hotty.
So when I saw a movie on Netflix that my little sister had liked starring Christian Bale and directed by Steven Spielberg I figured I couldn't go wrong. So the movie starts out and cuts to this private school with a boys choir singing. And all of a sudden it dawns on me that the soloist is Christian Bale. He's all of 12.
"Wendell, is that Christian Bale?" I gasp.
"Uh-huh," he answers.
"Oh my word, I didn't know he was going to be a child!"
"No, no. That's not really him that's just his character. He'll grow up here in a minute," Wendell assures me.
Then they show Christian Bale again. It is him. His crooked jaw. Those eyes. If that's not him...
"Wendell, that is Christian Bale. That's him."
I simply can not ogle a child. Even if it is Christian Bale. Even if I know he's older than I. It's a kid. A sweet, cute, prepubescent kid.
I did determine one thing, Christian Bale's been a great actor for a long time. But the movie, Empire of the Sun, I would describe as long, tedious and depressing. Blah. I may have to watch Batman Begins soon, just to recover from this incident.