Hugh Jackman’s persuasive. That’s his inexplicable secret. Obviously, it doesn’t hurt that he combines the qualities of a born song-and-dance man—oh, those lanky dancers’ legs, those soulful eyes, that alluringly sweet half-smile, the easy grace of those long arms, that infinitely flexible and energetic pelvis—with the screen-fostered aura of a Hollywood action hero. But that’s not the source of his 100 percent persuasiveness. Even the proud yet slightly abashed modesty with which he wears his Australian heritage is only an additional flavored topping on the showbiz super-sundae of his performance: He seems to enjoy implying, in his patter, that he’s merely an ordinary Aussie boy with exceptionally good luck. If he’s an ordinary Aussie boy, George M. Cohan... More >>>