THE ULTIMATE BABE MOVIE: BATMAN BEGINS
After watching this fine movie again yesterday, I figured I’d dig this old thing out of its grave. I wrote it several years ago, so it’s entirely likely that there are newer ultimate babe movies (The Dark Knight?), but I still agree with the statements below:
One. You’ve got your regular hot babe: Christian Bale. Nice face. Nice bod. Standard babe. Seeing this man shirtless makes that (severely) repressed I-love-muscley-meatheads part of me think that, meathead or not, I could in fact go for some muscles.
Two. Fuck muscles. Now we’ve got megababe-disguised-as-a-nerd Cillian Murphy. This man is my #1 celebrity babe (determined at my old apartment during a round table discussion of top five celebrity babes). Holy hell. I especially love him in those glasses. Hot nerd babe is also my “type.”
Ok. So those are the two obvious ones. Some might say that Liam Neeson is a babe and should be on this list, but that facial hair is too disconcerting and thus he is negated. Moving on.
Three. Remember how I like nerd babes? Well, sometimes I like an older nerd babe. And sometimes I am madly in love with Gary Oldman. Gary Oldman in glasses = hot mature nerd babe. Love that mustache, too.
And finally…
Ok, this is sort of a joke, but finally: Michael Caine. Not young, good looking Michael Caine. Old M.C. I don’t know how this came out to begin with, but all of my friends know so I might as well just commit this to paper:
I distinctly remember a dream I had the night after first seeing Batman Begins. Despite the number of legit babes in this movie, I dreamt that Michael Caine and I were homeless and squatting in this condemned house together. We were in love. There was what you might call a “love scene.” I remember the dream fondly. So I guess I accidentally have a weird crush on old Michael Caine.
