Call us crazy, but if Russell Crowe were ever to growl at us, stare at us, or utter something unintelligible under his breath in our general vicinity, we would be pretty excited. Sure, the hot-tempered rogue's fury hasn't done hotel staffs (or telephones, for that matter) any favors, but manly men who run hot and cold figure prominently into our fantasies — and Russell is right there at the top of the unshaven, gravely list. It's almost too good to be true that he also sings — and well! We can't wait to watch him croon in Les Miserables, in theaters December TK.