It's funny, because I used to hate Paul Rudd. He always seemed to be a bit of a jerk in things, even in Clueless.
But I feel he's making up for it, now, by playing Phoebe's sweet and funny boyfriend in Friends, a total dork in The Shape of Things, and especially recently with I Love You, Man. He gets a lot of kudos from me, for the latter. It's rare to see a male protagonist like that, onscreen: fumbling, sweet, unable to understand a lot of macho bullsh*t. He likes playing golf with his soon-to-be-wife. Hell, he just likes hanging out with his nearly-wife full-stop! It's a shame that such a thing is a miracle to see, but if you've watched Everybody Loves Raymond or any similar major American sitcom, you'll know what I'm talking about.
According to the law of sitcoms, men hate their wives. Spending time with them is a chore, unless they're getting sex. And women hate their husbands. Husbands are childish buffoons who wreck the place. It's especially irritating because this is always presented as the norm, instead of, you know, maybe you should like the person you're marrying. Or maybe if you're not into that, you shouldn't marry a childish buffoon. Hell I don't know: maybe marry someone who likes some of the stuff you like!
So anyway ranty-rant the point is: it was nice to see something different, for a change. Even if it made me sad inside that it's a goddamned revelation to see a husband liking his wife, and vice versa.
And Paul Rudd is hot. I like him like this:
But is it so wrong that THIS is my fave Paul Rudd?
It is, isn't it.