Good Morning, Gratuitous Jason Beghe

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For absolutely no reason whatsoever my brain has been all about Ridley Scott's 1997 film G.I. Jane this week. I haven't seen it since it came out I'm sure, although I remember pretty vividly that it was one of the many films I saw with my best friend at the Friday night midnight show a couple of towns over from where I grew up whenever I was home from college. A couple of other illustrious films to have that honor that spring to mind, amongst many others: Mary Reilly and Showgirls. (I'm sure I've mentioned it before but the Showgirls screening was one the greatest theater experiences of my life - as the lights went down the theater one quarter full of the skeeziest men you have ever seen began to chant "TITS! TITS!" It was love for life.) 

Anyway I also saw GI Jane at this same theater (I don't recall any chanting of "TITS!" this time, although that would have also been an appropriate reaction to Demi Moore's new pair) but never since, so I have no idea why I'm fixated on it right now. Maybe it's a mixture of the Ridley Scott stuff surrounding Prometheus and all of Demi's private dramas in the news. Maybe I just like remembering Viggo Mortensen's mustache (which my Twitter background's been taken over by). Whatever the case, here we are. 

And so it was inevitable that I'd find my way to Jason Beghe then, right? He plays Demi's doubting boyfriend in the film, and he plays him with the most luxurious chest fur this side of an especially promising seventies Colt film production. 

Apparently, fun fact, Beghe was good friends with JFK Jr., which translates in Me Language to "They had the most glorious man-pelts in all the land so they lay around braiding them together for long weekends." And he's also good friends with David Duchovny (you'll see a bunch of Beghe's nakedness on Californication below) which tells me that he has probably on more than one occasion pissed off Tea Leoni... also golden. Add on that Beghe's become best known as of late for being a big-time whistleblower on Scientology's bullshit and we've got a winner. A national hero, even! How could I resist? If you hit the jump you can see a bunch more, including some of him as the second sexiest paraplegic ever in Monkey Shines.