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It’s on older one but … Russell being deliciously naughty is always worth watching.

Here’s a Get Him to the Greek review that I missed when originally published — by Lindy West from The Stranger. I love this reviewer.

Don’t Knock Russell Brand. He’s the Most Beautiful Woman on Earth.

Hello. I know that in your small and extremely quaint island nation, Russell Brand is some sort of fancypants celebrity court jester to the stars, and you’re probably completely sick of him, or maybe you’re not, or whatever. I don’t care. Among my people (creepy Anglophiles aside), we hadn’t much heard of Brand until his smallish supporting role in 2008’s shockingly competent Forgetting Sarah Marshall. But with last week’s opening of Get Him to the Greek – a film that’s like a great big Brand-flavored adrenaline needle straight to the heart – America is getting acquainted with the man fast. And deep. And it’s giving me some feelings.

Apologies to that one Indian lady, but it must be said: Russell Brand is the most beautiful woman on earth. Slender as a willow wand, tall as a fairly tall human man, hair like corn silk if the corn had some sort of agricultural blight that turned its corn hairs black and curly, like a bearded Audrey Hepburn with a dirty mouth and an only slightly more serious sex addiction. Confidential to any eccentric fafillionaires reading this: I would like to touch Russell Brand on the mouth with my mouth. I promise not to suck out his soul like a witch, if that helps with the paperwork.

But beyond all that hey-let-me-rub-you-creepily-on-your-boday business (SERIOUSLY, THOUGH), Brand is an exquisitely bizarre and oddly affecting comedic actor.

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