How? How is it possible that John Cusack has been hot my whole life? My first crush on him was from The Journey of Natty Gann which came out when I was 6 years old.
I have NO idea what that movie was about, but I seem to remember Communists and a pet wolf. Don’t know of the wolf’s political affiliation; probably an independent.
And he’s still cute now!
I can’t exactly get behind the opera mauve windbreaker with the electric blue zipper, and is that…could those be faux Members Only-style epaulets? But other than that? Totally my type.
Everyone has their favorite Cusack; I’m a High Fidelity girl. Give me a mopey guy with commitment issues and Inappropriate Attachments to vinyl and I’m his…in theory.
In practice, however, the Rob Gordons of the world are totally undateable. They will forget your birthday, completely space on watering your heretofore unkillable peace lily FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH YOU WERE OUT OF TOWN, NOT THAT I’M NAMING ANY NAMES CRAIG and balk when you find them a $3,000 Lanvin suit for $120 because it would cost them NINETY WHOLE DOLLARS to have it altered. On the other hand they will practically faint dead away when you show them your rare original 78 single of “Lollipop”released by not The Chordettes, not The Mudlarks but Ronald and Ruby. Whatever.
They’re still pretty cute though.
Especially when they’ve got that hangdog thing going on.
Probably my second favorite Cusack is Martin Q. Blank from Grosse Pointe Blank. I mean aside from this photo –and we’ve all been there, right? Except I prefer Paris Vogue and a revolver; semi’s jam –he was extra cute and broody. ALMOST cute and broody enough to make me not hate Minnie Driver. Almost.
Funny story. I didn’t actually SEE this movie until a few years after I saw this movie. A girlfriend and I were in Charlottesville buying graduation dresses the last weekend of high school. She met a guy she knew and he had a friend and so we decided to go to see this movie, except her date’s friend had oh I don’t know A RAGING COKE PROBLEM (who even DOES coke anymore? Lame.) so I bailed and hung out at Betsey Johnson until they were finished. The End.
Finally, I’d be remiss if I didn’t include The Dobler Effect.
Frankly, this guy doesn’t do much for me I’ve had the borderline stalker with bad taste in music. I’d rather have the pen.