Hot List 2013: I'm So Excited!


By Jason Farago

Pedro Almodóvar returns with his most outrageous film in decades.

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Miguel Ángel Silvestre is a wild animal in search of a tamer -- a wild animal in all its splendor. He knows he’s hot, but he avoids clichés. I can see him pinned up on the walls of a workshop run by gay mechanics, but above all I see him exposing himself in daring roles with crazy, rule-breaking directors. He’d have been the perfect Joe Dallesandro, from the Warhol factory. But as we’re inventing stories, I see two very obvious paths in his future: One leads him to Italy, and the other to Marlon Brando. He would be perfect for a role like Brando’s in On the Waterfront, and also, when he’s older and has suffered a little, he’d move us as the desperate Brando did in Last Tango in Paris. And, of course, squeezed into a sweaty T-shirt, he’s the ideal Stanley Kowalski in A Streetcar Named Desire. I don’t see him as a barrel when he gets older, which happened to Brando. In Italy, he would have played supporting roles with Visconti, leading roles with Pasolini, Valerio Zurlini, De Sica, Dino Risi, and Ettore Scola -- neorealist comedies with characters who are laborers, bus drivers, fishermen, grocery store assistants, or running a trattoria where he makes the pasta himself every day.