i fall for cute-sy boys much too often. i just came back from watching the score with my friends at a price set for highway robbery. nevertheless, that film made me see edward norton under this strange, new, attractive light. of course, i’ve had eyes for him since primal fear and american history x, and who could forget the fight club. but just recently i began to really like him as an actor.

after those films became box-office hits, people have forgotten to commend norton’s minor yet awfully sweet roles in such films as everyone says i love you. his directorial debut and unorthodox role in keeping the faith as the confused priest lusting after his friend anna made me smile. it takes a lot from an actor to make me, the cynical wench, crack even the weakest of smiles. so you can imagine my own surprise to find my mouth curled into an obvious grin at the sight of this little boy playing a big man on the silver screen.

he’s just cute, in the most mature sense of the word. i cannot deny it. and i’m not going to sit here and tell the internet-land that i’m not even slightly superificial. i fall for these types all the time. i always pay tribute to people i find interesting or inspiring. so sue me; i admire people with talent, who are unlike myself. (sigh)

he’s also relatively intelligent for someone who lives on a constant soapbox of fame (brownie points):

it’s not that i have secrets, but i don’t think that everything is better when shared with everyone. you know, hemingway wrote these great descriptions of people who had been through different experiences — soldiers, for example, who come home from war and know people don’t understand what it was they went through. and whenever the soldiers talk about what they’ve been through with other people, they feel cheap afterward. i understand that feeling of betraying something that was mine by sharing it — it makes me feel cheap, too.