It’s pronounced Skaaaaaarsgaaaaard….

See this guy?


He’s got a goofy nose and an overbite, but damn it… I. Can’t. Help. Myself.

It’s a problem.

Alexander Skarsgard. Tall, handsome, funny, good with kids. It’s like catnip to the over 30’s like me.

I first encountered this masterpiece in the 2011 remake of the movie Straw Dogs:

Which is a great movie, BTW. It starts sort of slow but builds into this amazing arc of action and drama and gut wrenching, can’t look away awesomeness. I had a friend over to watch it with me and the expression on her face as the final scenes unfolded was priceless. Watch it, seriously, the end is totally worth your attention. You can catch a preview here.

Anyway, Skarsgard plays the unknowing villain.  The guy who honestly thinks he’s a good guy, but…. not so much. The reason he stood out for me is first because I couldn’t place the ‘Southern’ in his accent. And secondly:

I think if I wasn’t originally from the South I wouldn’t have noticed the accent thing, but there was something…. different. I kept thinking, “Where is this guy from” it was captivating. So I searched him, and what? … SWEDISH! Seriously?!? Never would’ve guessed.

Holy CRAP, his dad is Stellan Skarsgard, aka Bootstrap Bill from Pirates of the Carribean!

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That guy has been in everything… Good Will Hunting, The Avengers, Exorcist: The Beginning.

So, skip ahead to last October: I started watching past seasons of True Blood (because a friend said I should be watching it), and what do I see? That hunky guy from Straw Dogs. He’s a 1,000 yr old Viking vampire with control issues and a jones for Faery blood.

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I have to admit it: I love the show, the story, the characters, but Damn, I watch for Skarsgard:

Take this scene from Season 3, episode 1. Just look at that emotion, the acting is perfect, the sincerity with which he speaks.. when he….naked, beautiful…. wait, what was I saying?

It doesn’t matter.

I will just be contented with my True Blood Season 6 while I patiently wait for the DVD release of his next projects, What Masie Knew and The East.

My husband thinks it is hilarious, my friends think I’m insane, but I don’t care. Heaven help me if I ever meet him face to face, I’d probably turn into a sputtering, goofy mess.

Good thing I don’t have to worry about things like that, I’m just a housewife tucked safely away in suburbia with my DVR and a bottle of wine.