When I want to *ahem* get in the mood, I don't turn to porn. I watch this.
I have always been fascinated by Christopher Walken. I first saw him in "Biloxi Blues", which is the only reason I watched it twice. That air of barely-controlled psychosis grabbed my attention. Everyone always remembers him from "Pulp Fiction" as the man who had the "uncomfortable piece of metal" up his ass for two years. But the one that turned him into a sex symbol for me was "Pennies From Heaven", when he danced a strip-tapdance on the top of a Depression-era bar.
If you want to get the ladies, you have to dance. A guy who can dance, dance pretty well, and most of all, dance like he really enjoys it... that guy can have a dog's tush for a face and the ladies will flock. Tango, waltz, breakdance, freestyle... doesn't matter. If you move it, they will come (my apologies to the "Field of Dreams" guys).
Christopher Walken is an older man, older than what usually flips the switch for me. He's not that attractive. He's schlumpy at times. He's often scary-whacko. Yet I would fall right over if he'd just tap a few steps.
It's all in the rhythm.
(previously posted on Blogspot)