Jason Turns My Crank
As a general rule, my decision to see a particular film isn’t exclusively guided by how hot a featured actor is. But when it comes to English stud Jason Statham, I find myself wanting to bend that particular rule.
I remember seeing him for the first time in 1998’s Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, a cool flick directed by yummy Guy Ritchie, and coming down with a serious case of lust for this unshaven, shaved head, sexy beast. I recall anticipating the next scene he’d appear in and quietly praying for a nude scene or ten.
Since then, despite his appearance in quite a few films, I’ve only checked Jason out on the big screen in The Transporter, The Italian Job and the underrated Revolver, which I saw as a gala presentation at last year’s Toronto International Film Festival, and to the best of my knowledge never had a commercial release in North America despite the fact that it was directed Guy Ritchie (who attended the screening with his wife, Mrs. Ritchie—aka Madonna). Go figure. (Too soon after Swept Away, perhaps?)
The Transporter took my breath away—especially that scene where Jason’s hot athletic body is all oiled up—and was immediately placed on my “needs†list of DVDs once the final credits appeared on screen at the theatre. It’s just that whole bad boy thing he’s got going for him on-screen; but “bad†with a really “nice†edge; you know, he’ll fuck you for hours until you’re raw, and then hold you in his arms afterwards. (Yikes, I’m getting a bit carried away with this…sorry about that.)
Anyway, it wasn’t too long ago that I saw the trailer for his current film, Crank, and to be quite honest didn’t really think much of it. I thought to myself that with a September release date, it probably was more Crap than Crank. But then I started reading the reviews and discovered that most of them weren’t awful. And what’s this about an outdoor sex scene with his co-star? I then checked out (on oh so valuable You Tube) an interview he gave about the film where he talks about maintaining his hard-on (with the use of some very lucky elastic bands) for an extended period of time all the while attired (and running around) in only a hospital gown.
Enough said…until I return from the movie theatre, that is.
Cheers,
S.R.









