People Magazine has named Hugh Jackman 2008′s Sexiest Man Alive. People says:
“He’s a triple threat: a star who can sing, dance and wield a weapon. At 6 ft. 2 in., all scruff and biceps, Hugh Jackman looms large in the epic Australia, which he says kept him “dirty 95 percent of the time” and left people stammering, “Oh … my … God,” according to costar Nicole Kidman, who adds, “Women’s jaws drop when Hugh walks into a room.” Jackman’s wife of 12 years, Deborra-Lee Furness, calls his perfect form “the Body of Doom – but I like what’s inside”: a romantic who sings ballads at home and makes pancakes for Oscar, 8, and Ava, 3. A hard body with a soft center…”
Hugh Jackman is tall, ripped, and if you don’t think he killed in The Prestige, you need to take a long, hard look at yourself. In conclusion, I have absolutely nothing bad to say about this dude other than the fact that his wife is what some might call “unattractive.” But not me, though. I would never say such things. I am gentlemanly and always compliment my ladies on their daily weigh-in and successful completion of scheduled household chores.