Showing posts with label Enrique Murciano. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Enrique Murciano. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Gratuitous Enrique Murciano

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A couple of things that I learned about Enrique Murciano while looking him up yesterday upon seeing the news that he'll be starring opposite Wonderfalls' Caroline Dhavernas in a new TV series. He appears to have dated or be dating the model-turned-actress (sorta - she wasn't good in Doctor Parnassus) Lily Cole.


And he also appears to be a never-nude.
This was the best I could scrounge up:


WTF, Enrique Murciano? I mean you're adorable with your big ol' giant ears and nice smile, so I'll totally still post about you, but cough up some goods, man. This isn't America's Next Top Best Friend. Wait, what? I got confused. Anyway, looking through his filmography I see he was on Spyder Games, MTV's so-brief-I-forgot-it-existed soap opera that aired one summer when I was in college, and I'm having a Holy Shit moment remembering that yes, he totally was on it, and I totally had a crush on him therein. Jesus. Spyder Games apparently isn't on DVD? But here are a couple of shitty-quality clips that involve Enrique half-naked (and in gayish situations!) so it's something:

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Like I said, something. And here's some more somethings.

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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Yay Jaye

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This news is a few days old but I've gotta post on it. Those of y'all new to here might maybe haven't heard me go on and on (and on, and on) about my adoration of Wonderfalls, the snuffed-out-too-soon 2004 series from Bryan "Pushing Daisies" Fuller. I adored every single frame of that show... problem was, there weren't nearly enough damn frames to savor. The series only lasted 13 episodes, most of which never even aired on TV - it got canned after episode 4. There was much to love very much in the vein of the Daisies to come - the sweet and the savory scraping against each other in melange of flavors that might normally seem ill at ease beside one another but in the wondrous hands of Bryan Fuller turn into something magically delicious. Goofy and lovable and bright and mean, it was a delight for as long as it lasted. And in lead Caroline Dhavernas all these battling instincts found a wonderful foothold. She was as perplexed by the place she found herself as we the viewers were, and she made it a great, weird place to be. The last time I saw Dhavernas was as Ryan Phillippe's wife in Breach, but even in that small role she shone, so I'm very happy to hear this news via TV Guide:

"Wonderfalls' Caroline Dhavernas has been cast as one of the three leads in Off the Map, Shonda Rhimes' new medical pilot for ABC.

Dhavernas, 31, will play Lily, a young doctor who deals with tragedy by moving to a jungle in South America to work in a free clinic.

Working with Lily at the clinic will be Meena, an infectious disease specialist with a shadowy past, and Manny (Without a Trace's Enrique Murciano), an egotistical plastic surgeon. Meena has not yet been cast."

All that raving about Dhavernas aside though, I've never been able to suffer through more than fifteen minutes of any single Grey's Anatomy episode, so we'll take this one as it plays out. But Enrique Murciano is a hot piece so that's anther in the plus column!

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Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Nevermind The Clooney

Oh... goodness. Look at this pic
from People's Sexiest Men Alive Issue:


BSG's Jamie Bamber recreating his infamous towel-scene from the show's last season... drooool... he's under their "Internet's Sexiest Guys", which I guess means the guys that geeks drool over, or whatever.

Okay, regarding their other choices - I like Clooney just fine, and I guess for their demographic he's a good choice, but he doesn't really do much for me in that way.

But they did good with their other choices - they got Jake, they got Rodrigo, they got Enrique Murciano (see below) whom I've never mentioned my crush on before - I have too many to get to them all! - but I'll be damned if he isn't the cutest kinda-monkey-looking guy on a crappy show I don't watch except when he's onscreen whilst I'm flipping the channels; and they got the Duhamel. Lock me in a room with any (or all) of these fellas, and... uh, I lost my train of thought. I also think I passed out for a few minutes. Where am I?

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