Oh my. Where to start? This has got to be one of my favorite movies of all time. Forget Tony Curtis—Peter O’Toole is neither a snack nor a dish but a whole blasted buffet. Those eyes—that facial bone structure—THAT BRITISH ACCENT *salivating intensifies*. It was after rewatching this for the project that I finally came to my senses and went on a Peter O’Toole research spree. And discovered that he voiced the character of none other than ANTON EGO in Ratatouille.

Actual footage of me discovering that Peter O’Toole, that son of a snack, voiced Anton Ego. WHAT.

I still don’t know I feel about that at all. Also, O’Toole starred in Lawrence of Arabia, which I’m only familiar with because it was a New Year’s resolution of mine a couple of years ago to memorize all of the lyrics to Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire” (“Lawrence of Arabia, British Beatlemania, Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson…”). And now my love of Billy Joel and Peter O’Drool O’Toole have collided and I simply have to watch it. Distracting British bone structure aside, this movie is such a delight. The wit, the wardrobe, the plot, the humor—gah. It’s a severely underrated masterpiece.