No, not that kind. La plastique kind.
Does anyone else think Baz has had some?
And Burt Reynolds? Let’s barely go there.
It’s that almost undefinable softening about the browbone, something mysterious going on about the lids, and the reach-for-the-sky brow, à la Ms Minogue sr.
All in all, not manly.
What would Clark Gable make of all this?
Or Greg Peck?
Atticus Finch didn’t care about eye baggage!
Or La all-time man of dreams, Jimmy Stewart?
Look at those forehead lines, each one earned through years of throwing earnest, beseeching looks in the direction of his on-screen ladyloves.
Triv could be off the money here, but I suspect these Hollywood gents of old would be horrified, horrified by manwork. All they had to rely on to disguise the effects of ageing — if they chose to do so at all — was a vas-smeared camera lens and some manual touching-up of their piccies by studio publicity wonks.
We’re all victims of our own vanity to some degree. But is it sexist to find it more distasteful when it’s done by fellas?