It's hard to believe, I know, but before he was a silver-screen alpha-male hard man, Jason Statham was an extra in early-90s music videos, lathered in body paint and/or baby oil and dancing fast and furious in just his pants.
As Vice's Emma Garland puts it, "we can add 'the Adonis of house music' to Jason Statham's cultural CV, and start referring to him as a sort of spray-painted Statue of David that should have been erected in the Hacienda. We can also praise him for the existential crisis he is about to retrospectively inflict on macho blockbuster British masculinity." Given that I'm currently immersed in Grayson Perry's The Descent Of Man, that particular existential crisis can't come too soon.
Saturday, February 29, 2020
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