I have a neighbor who is about my age (early 40s) but clearly doesn’t understand the first concept of how to apply makeup and has pronounced eyebrows and consequently is a dead ringer for (Amy Sedaris’s) Jerri Blank- she even sounds like her.
My brother looks increasingly like Bill Clinton the older he gets.
My aunt looks so much like Elizabeth II (and always has) that when she vacations in places where the Queen has a home (near Balmoral for instance) she still turns heads. They’re within a month of being the same age and pictures of the two at any age are almost interchangeable.
I have a student worker who looks just like Christina Ricci (though a bit heftier).
I had a friend back home who looked just like Nelly Furtado with blonder hair, and another who looked like Eddie Vedder when he smiled a certain way. On the flight back from Alberta a few weeks ago, the flight attendant looked just like an older version of Dane Cook, so much so that we named him Future Dane.
I had a boss once who was Ned Flanders (from The Simpsons) incarnate. We were in Massachusetts, he was from rural Minnesota and looked and talked just like him. He maintained the mustache and everything yet somehow had no idea. At least twice, strangers told me he looked like someone and they couldn’t place it. I replied, “Ned Flanders?” and that was a big old Doh! moment on their part.
One of my friends looks somewhat like Eric Bana. In fact, there were scenes in the movie “Munich” where even his wife said that he could have stunt-doubled for Eric Bana and she wouldn’t have known the difference.
I had a buddy once who looked exactly like Charlie Sheen, only 40 pounds heavier (this was in the early 90’s). I bet by now they look exactly alike.
My BIL is an ugly version of Matt Damon. He looks very, very similar, but his features are skewed juuuuust enough that he’s plain instead of handsome; his cheeks and jaw are just a teeny big larger, stuff like that, and also he’s heavy. As a result I cannot think of Matt Damon as a good-looking guy.
For a while, I was convinced my neighbor was Jason Statham’s uglier doppelganger, but something just seemed off about that. Today, I suddenly realized he’s a dead ringer for the host of Cash Cab. Eerily so.
An administrator at my last campus is a dead ringer for Lieutenant Jim Dangle on *Reno 9-1-1. * We’re talking twin brother, including a similar accent. Though Don dressed very sharply, I suspect he has Daisy Dukes somewhere in the back of his closet.
My brother used to be mistaken for Tom Selleck all the time. This was during the Magnum PI days; he doesn’t look so much like him anymore, although still a little.
My aunt looks like Julianne Moore, and another friend looks like Gregory Peck.
A friend at work looks like Worf (from Star Trek TNG), and has a deep voice. In conversations, he’ll occasionally pause and say “Urrr,” which reminds me of how Worf sounded when he was trying to convince himself not to kill whichever human he was talking to.
Once upon a time, I was doing a stage production of The Rocky Horror show and my father was in attendance. The actor who was playing the Narrator had been clued in to his presence, his resemblance, and his loathing. About halfway through one of his speeches in the script, the Narrator stopped, widened his eyes, and breathed, “Holy shit, it’s Kevin Bacon.” The spotlight operator pretended not to know what was going on, but then when the Narrator pointed, the spot op turned the light on my dad. Cast members started coming out on stage, out of character, to gawk at “Kevin Bacon.”
The audience went batshit crazy cheering and screaming. Good times, good times.
The Queen of England frequently shops at the Megamart I work at. The hair, face and outdated glasses are dead ringers. This queen is thinner and does not carry her handbag on her wrist.
Shagnasty’s story reminds me of a guy I used to date. He looked like Frankenstein. He wasn’t green, but he was tall and broad shouldered and he had a blocky hairdo that made his head look rectangular, a pronounced brow ridge, and just generally a mean-looking face similar to Boris Karloff’s Frankenstein monster.
His name was Paul.
Friends of ours would see me on the street and say, “Hey, how are you? Where’s Frank?”
And I’d say, “You mean Paul.”
And they’d say, “Oh yeah. I wonder why I called him Frank?”
And I’d say, “It’s because he looks like Frankenstein.”
And they’d say, “Oh nooooo, that’s not it.”
Celebrity-wise, my mom used to date a guy that looked just like that dreamy Robert Urich, but somehow even sexier.
I used to be friends with (and ended up having an awkward one night stand with) a guy who looks exactly like John Cusack. Like, might have been Cusack pretending to be a regular guy and hanging out with us in his spare time.
My twin brother Mark looks like and has the mannerisms of John Cusack. It’s weird.
I’ve neve been able to convince him to stand in the driveway holding a boombox over his head though…
pbbth, you’re not from around the Philly area, are you?
My little brother looks exactly like Steve Buscemi. My mother, when she was young, looked just like Bette Davis. She hated Bette Davis, so she gets really pissed off when I mention that. It’s one of the few joys of our relationship.
