Not to be a wet blanket here, but Javier Bardem’s sex appeal has always seemed a little elusive to me. Obviously, lots of people disagree with me on this one, which is just fine; different strokes for different folks, and all that. Some of those people might be intrigued to learn that in his early, hard-scrabble days, Bardem made ends meet by working as a male stripper:

I danced one night in a place, there was a club. And they asked for a guy to kind of make a striptease and I did it… It was for ten minutes. I needed money. My mother was there in the audience. She was so proud.”

It’s unfortunate that the Coen brothers didn’t know about this before Bardem did his stint in No Country for Old Men. The image of Anton Chigurh bumping and grinding in a g-string, showing off his smooth Chippendale’s moves, would have added a whole new dimension to the film, and one infinitely more disturbing than anything that actually made it onto the screen.