Written by Sarah
Nicholas Hoult is the only exception to my “no young’uns” rule. He’s the blue print for my type. Tall, nice eyes, sharp dresser, little bit of strut. That strut was in full evidence at the BAFTAs yesterday. It’s shaping up to be a big year for Hoult. He can be seen in the new (merely whelming) X-Men: First Class trailer as Hank McCoy before he becomes “Beast”, Mad Max: Fury Road is slated for 2012, and just this last week he was named as Jack in Bryan Singer’s Jack the Giant Killer, one of the many “fractured fairytales” headed to theaters. We will have a lot of prime “look at Nicholas Hoult” time over the next couple of years.
Here’s Hoult at the BAFTAs. He looks a little…Bond, no? In twenty years, can’t you kind of just see him as Bond? Or even now, for the inevitable James Bond: Origins that you KNOW someone is pitching right now at MGM as a means of digging out of bankruptcy. He’s got the confidence of a young man stepping onto the main stage working for him. He looks ready for the next level.
Hoult is about the same age as Alex Pettyfer, who might be a little bitch. There’s something with these young guys right now, these pretty-faced elf boys, and entitlement. Pettyfer possibly demanding huge paychecks before anyone knows if he’s actually worth it, that Shiloh Fernandez can’t shut up about almost being Edward Cullen—it makes me nervous for Hoult. I hope this entitlementitis isn’t catching.
Hoult’s girlfriend Jennifer Lawrence (Source Just Jared) was at the BAFTAs, too. So far no pictures of them together. But Hoult was photographed with Neve Campbell, his co-presenter, because this show apparently occurred in 1998, which was the last time she was relevant. (Lainey: stand by for Duana’s piece on Neve who is, naturally, one of her favourites. Fight!)
Photos from Wenn.com and Dave Hogan/Chris Jackson/Ian Gavan/Gettyimages.com
BAFTA Hoult: Nicholas Hoult
Written by Sarah