Who: Brad Pitt. Need I say more?
Why: Uhhh…he’s Brad Pitt
When: College-Oceans movies. Now it’s about the Brangelina Bunch
Level of Obsession: Brad Pitt hit it big time in the mid-90’s and my friends and I (and my mother!) were not immune to his charms. Or his looks. Or his abs. Or his “slushy S’s” as Sarah calls them. Or the fact that he was Brad freakin’ Pitt
“Ahhhh!” Moment(s): Legends of the Fall. Especially when Susannah goes to comfort him as he cries at Samuel’s grave and he holds his hand up in that “no I’m a wounded animal let me lick my wounds!” way. Absolutely beautiful in A River Runs Through It. Tyler Durden and that body. THUD.
My entire love for Brad Pitt can be summed up in one word: Kalifornia. The so-bad-its-good-then-back-to-bad-then-around-to-good again movie where he plays a hick serial killer. My friends and I formed a cult around this movie. He is hysterical and creepy as Earlye Grayce, murdering people while on a cross-country trip with an oblivious artsy couple and browbeating his dopey girlfriend played by former real life girlfriend Juliette Lewis. He’s also believable: he uglied himself up and was skeevy and gross and awful and he was great! The thing is, there is a little Earlye Grayce in everything Brad Pitt does: any movie he’s in I hear an inflection, or see a squint or expression and I burst out laughing because he’s still in there!
Also he wears the shit out of clothes. He should teach a class.