A pretty face isn’t exactly hard to come by in Hollywood these days. Bearing careers or not, the beautiful elite aren’t all that remarkable. For instance, Sienna Miller is somehow famous for her boots and getting duped by Jude “My accent makes cheating okay” Law. Nonetheless, a diamond in the rough pops up and actually delivers something memorable.
Fully deserving of some “it/hot/sexy/appealing boy” title, Cillian Murphy has a small but sweet track record. Okay, so according to imdb.com he has been in 27 movies since 1997, but who’s counting? In order to fully get on the bandwagon before Muphy becomes the next Tom Cruise, spooky talk show behavior and all, here’s a side-by-side run down of the three totally fantastic Murphy movies.
28 Days Later (2002)
In “28 Days Later,” directed by Danny Boyle of “Trainspotting” fame, Murphy stars as Jim, who wakes up in a deserted London hospital after a particularly gnarly disease runs rampant and basically kills the world. As he meets up with various other chaps, they scramble about trying not to be assassinated by their fellow survivors. This is one of the best horror movies of the decade: raw and gritty and actually sort of conceivable. Not to mention Murphy’s crew cut does wonders for his facial structure.
Red Eye (2005)
“Red Eye” concerns the in-flight antics of “Mean Girl” Rachael McAdams and Murphy,as the latter tries to coerce the former into indirectly assassinating the Director of Homeland Security at her five-star hotel in a big “that’s what you think!” to the war on terror. It’s debatable as to whether or not anyone actually saw “Red Eye,” but Murphy is positively dislikable, thus proving that the true mark of a future superstar like this guy is the ability to save a pretty horrible movie with one’s cheekbones.
Breakfast on Pluto (2005)
This movie about an Irish transvestite’s search for maternal comfort could teach even the coldest heart to love again. Murphy steals the show as Patrick, the special boy who thinks his mother, who abandoned him on the front door of her church when he was a wee lad, is alive and kicking in 1970s London. Not only does Murphy look and walk better in glittery platforms than literally anyone on the planet, he also plays a role that could become laughably horrid in t-minus 10 seconds with the appropriate level of tongue-in-cheek coyness that is just admirable. But not as admirable the makeup artist that applied his blush.