Not Best Not Worst of 2011: Ryan Gosling
I mean on paper for him it’s been a great year: three movies, several more to come, major acclaim, a new meme every week, the actor onto which every thinking woman can project all her mate ideals.
On the contrary, I think I have Ryan Gosling fatigue. Oh but we are hard to please.
I want to go back to the time when I didn’t know that Ryan Gosling takes his girls to Disneyland. All of them. And the aquarium too. I want to un-see Ryan Gosling walking down the street in New York playing an obscure instrument with his glasses on (click here for a refresher). I want him to leave his dog in the green room when he goes on talk shows instead of having him sit through the interview. I want to know, for sure, that his pant leg was up by accident and not on purpose.
That’s the problem, I think. I don’t know for sure. I used to think I knew for sure that Ryan Gosling would never, you know, be the dude who hitched up his pant leg but then I never thought he’d saunter down the street strumming his hipster strings composing poetry in his head either.
This is not to say that there were no Ryan Gosling highlights in 2011. Of course not. He was amazing in Drive. He turned down the SMA. He looked great in all his suits. And he’s having a torrid affair (in my mind anyway) with Eva Mendes. (Yes, I’m putting Eva Mendes in the “plus” column, that’s how much I hate that f-cking instrument incident.) It’s just that those great items only serve to balance the previous lame ass ones. So that in the end it’s a wash. The year was a wash.
Here’s Ryan leaving an MMA class yesterday and buying some new gear.