Our buddy over at JustJared has posted a photo of Hugh Jackman, his wife, and the woman he tells people is his wife at an AIDS benefit dinner last night. The other man is identified as a photographer named James Houston, who apparently has a bad habit of jumping in on the photographs of happily married couples. Bad form from someone in the profession.
After seeing The Prestige last night with Rob, it actually took me until about 10 minutes ago to lose the erection I’ve suffered at the thought of Jackman and Christian Bale role playing a Siegfried and Roy vacation scene while the cameras weren’t rolling… as Lance Burton performed a little prestidigitation of his own on the corner of the bed. Sexual fantasies involving magicians (or those who play them on screen and stage) can never get too crazy. But now this! If Jackman gets the photographer, that means Bale (and his instaorgasm-worthy speech impediment) is still free as a bird.
I’d heard the rumors that the married Jackman was a four-twenty-nine and all, but I had no idea his wife was such a giveaway. He might as well have his arm around a basket of kittens. Do closeted gay celebrities even try to produce believable beards these days? Hugh, buddy. Wrapping a trendy extra thick headband around the teased hair of someone’s great aunt does not a wifey make. Even Travolta is laughing into his frappuccino.
Hugh Jackman Milks It [Just Jared]
Both of their kids are adopted, too. But 10+ years is a long time for just a beard, especially since they married when he was still pretty much a nobody. I dunno. Doesn’t the fact that she’s kinda frumpy make it more believable that it’s real?
I don’t know about Jackman. I’m pretty crapped at recognizing closetcases. I’m still reeling from hearing that Jennifer fucking Esposito is marrying my movie boyfriend Bradley Cooper. I got my hopes up over Cooper’s message boards at IMDB.com. Next thing you know he’ll be getting her pregnant. “Don’t do it Bradley! Don’t throw your life away on some Italian tramp!”
I don’t know about Jackman. I’m pretty crappy at recognizing closetcases. I’m still reeling from hearing that Jennifer fucking Esposito is marrying my movie boyfriend Bradley Cooper. I got my hopes up over Cooper’s message boards at IMDB.com. Next thing you know he’ll be getting her pregnant. “Don’t do it Bradley! Don’t throw your life away on some Italian tramp!”
I don’t know if he’s gay or straight, but he definitely looks bad in that picture, and the headband isn’t doing the wife any favours.
You are my new favorite blogger. Keep it up.