From 1985 to at least 1992, Jason Bateman was Where It Was At for me, in boy terms. Then I grew up (a bit), he sort of disappeared, and he became but a happy memory. (Which, as we all know, is never true of real lovers, only of imaginary ones.)
Then he reappeared. Was it Starsky & Hutch? Was it Arrested Development? Who knows, and who cares. He was back, and best of all, he was exactly the same. Hurrah! He hadn't got all fat and drug-knarly like some, (RIP Corey). He wasn't suddenly old and there to remind me of my own advanced age (he's only 5 years older than I am). He was still funny, still sunny and lovely and all-round scrummy. So now I have a good reason to watch all sorts of films I wouldn't normally: The Kingdom (excellent performance, funny and then Proper Acting), Mr Magorium's Wonder Emporium (can make even an accountant appealing), I could go on. To watch Arrested Development is to immerse oneself in the joy of Bateman (even if I am occasionally distracted by the actual GENIUS of Will Arnett).
He's a runner, too. Did I mention that? And that's his own very sweet little baby in the picture.
It's difficult to explain the exact nature of my feelings for JB - he occupies a unique place in my heart. Why define something pure? Just let it be. I'm glad he's back.
he is cute and more rugegd than he used to be which is appealing ref: robert downey junior. good call! i used to hate justine bateman for being his sister (and pretty natch).
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