It's 5 months and 1 day after my 21st, so that means...
Today is a monumental occasion for my beloved Jamie Bell. It's his 21st birthday! He of the most eclectic filmography of anyone his age right now. He of that adorable face in
Billy Elliot who grew up to be such a major spunk. I've made no effort to hide my affection for Jamie. He's just so freakin' lovable. I wanna fold him up and put him in my pocket before taking him out and going on an all night drinking and smoking bender (which his myspace profile suggests he does often).

His movie roles are, as I've said, quite eclectic for someone his age. He went from the Lars Von Trier-conceived American gun allegory of
Dear Wendy to the Peter Jackson big budget
King Kong remake, to the weird hipster
Chumscrubber and then to a Clint Eastwood World War II movie in
Flags of Our Fathers (
IGGY!!!)

His greatest performance, in my eyes, is still
Billy Elliot, but his turn as a runaway orphan in
Undertow continues to formulate in my mind, and I still reckon he knew way more than he was giving away in
Dear Wendy. Upcoming he has
Hallam Foe and is currently filming
Jumper, based on the science fiction novel of the same name by Steven Gould, to be directed by Doug Liman (yay). In the latter he will be seen opposite Samuel L Jackson, Hayden Christensen (as much flak as he gets, he's impressed me twice outside of
Star Wars so I'm not entirely fussed) and Aussie newcomer and recent AFI Best Actress nominee Teresa Palmer. Here's hoping they're good. They definitely seem to fit the profile of the types of projects Jamie is taking.

So, I wish Jamie the best 21st birthday ever (well, as great as it can possibly be without me). He totally has my heart.