I realized that most of the people that are not happy with Zac Efron being casted as Ted Bundy are complaining about the fact that Zac is…well….good-looking.
Like, you do realize that Ted Bundy was charming and cute as well right? That’s how he got all those women. That’s how he managed to get so many victims. He was a handsome man. Add to that his “helpless” portrayal (he used to pretend to have a broken arm and drop his textbooks) and women just buzzed over to him.
This man was fucking observant af and he knew how to work women. He knew how their minds worked. Like, damn. Serial killers are like a whole ‘nother species. The way they think. They way they function. It’s surreal.
But, they’re also humans. They look like us. They act like us. We like to think that serial killers are all ugly monsters. But…they’re not.
Heck…Zac Efron could be a serial killer and we might just not know it
you know those photo series that are like “In The Running For The Next Spiderman/Young Han Solo/Bachelor/Prince Eric/Property Brother”
and it’s just like nine generically handsome brunet white men that might all be Henry Cavill or might all be Matt Bomer or might all be the photogenic runner guy from 2012 for all we know but it’s impossible to tell because they are just so generic?
and you know how nobody really remembers what Moist von Lipwig (slash Albert Spangler where applicable) actually looks like, they just remember the gold hat, or the glasses, or the bountiful ear hair?
what I want is an adaptation where Moist, whenever he’s being an anonymous face or The Man in the Golden Suit or Albert Spangler, is played by a series of generically handsome brunet white men who are swapped out shot-to-shot.
Let’s discuss your sexy, now-infamous 2004 Flaunt magazine photo shoot – and why you seem more hesitant to flaunt your physique. I really didn’t think twice about taking my shirt off at the time, but my current publicist would pull her hair out if I did that photo shoot today. If I got to a photo shoot and they said, “OK, we’re going to do some shirtless shots,” I’d say, “Fine. No big deal.” It never really occurred to me that that could be misinterpreted as a bad thing or as selling out.