Robert Earl Buckley was born May 2, 1981. And although his name sounds like that of an English lord, Mr. Buckley’s destiny was to be much different. It appears this young lad’s main purpose in life is to be photographed shirtless. (A Google Images search is my proof.) And you know what I have to say about that? I say thank you, kind sir, you are doing the world a great service. And that is why I’m naming the Lipstick Jungle hunk ShopTalk Crush of the Week. If there’s one thing STCOTW is all about, it’s beneficence and philanthropy, and you, R-Buck, are a fine example—in more ways than one. We’ll just pretend Flirting With Forty never happened, okay? (P.S. Thanks go to Vickie for the photo. You really know how to brighten a day, Vic!)
Yes, folks, we’re making history here at ShopTalk Crush of the Week headquarters. For the first time ever, we have dual honorees. Two of my favorite funny men—the dry-witted and boyishly handsome Paul Rudd (far left) and the tall, lovable dufus Jason Segel (not as far left)—will play the leads in a new comedy coming out in March, and my excitement about this momentous occasion precluded me from picking just one winner. The premise of I Love You, Man is questionable. Basically, a dude (Rudd) with no dude friends needs a best man for his upcoming wedding, so he goes on a dude hunt and winds up meeting another dude (Segel), and they engage in lots of dude-ly high jinks. I’ll be honest—it wouldn’t matter what this movie was about; I would see it just because of these two guys. I mean, it’s Paul Rudd and Jason Segel! Am I the only one thrilled about this? Do you love these guys, too? And, if so, who is your fave?
Although it seems that Jeff was the understood dreamboat among this season’s Top Chef contestants, I wholeheartedly disagree. For me, Fabio is the fox. Is he the best chef? Nah, probably not. But does his effortless charm and broken English have me rooting for him anyway? Absolutely. I mean, I know the sounds that tumble out of his mouth on a weekly basis are words, but all I hear is that thick Italian accent and the occasional random quotable (“This is Top Chef, not Top Pu**y!” was a recent fave). He also gets major points for last week’s display of manning up and moving on. If you missed it, Fabio breaks his finger during the elimination challenge but continues to chop, slice, and dice with the rest of the contestants, eschewing a hospital visit in typical Fabio fashion. And you know what else? He won the challenge! I love you, Fabio, I hope you win! At the very least, I hope you beat Hosea. Watch Wednesday at 9 pm to see the chef-testants hit New Orleans. (Photo: Bravo)
Lest there be any confusion, I need to get something out of the way right up front: The Matthew Fox of today is a supah fine man specimen. (Exhibit A: the Lost promo shot on the far left.) But I have a special place in my heart for Matthew Fox circa 1994 (above right). Just as Jared Leto will always be Jordan Catalano, Matthew Fox will always be Charlie Salinger, the ill-equipped big brother tasked with caring for his four orphaned siblings in Party of Five, a TV show my 18-year-old self loved almost as much as the short-lived My So-Called Life. So while the rest of the world obsesses over his current work on Lost—a phenomenon totally, well, lost on me—I will remember my Matthew Fox. The flannel-shirt-wearing, scruffy-beard-having, long-hair-sporting Matthew Fox. Ah, the ’90s. I think I’ll go listen to some Stone Temple Pilots now.