Superman Nabs New Nest in the Bev Hills Post Office

BUYER: Brandon Routh and Courtney Ford
LOCATION: Beverly Hills (Post Office), CA
PRICE: $1,213,000
SIZE: 1,690 square feet, 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms

YOUR MAMAS NOTES: With a tip from those bizzy boys at Celebrity Address Aerial and an additional assist by our all-knowing informant Lucy Spillerguts, Your Mama sussed out that corn fed former model turned chisel chinned actor Brandon Routh and his actress wife Courtney Ford recently picked up a modest–if not exactly inexpensive–new nest in Beverly Hills, CA. Technically, the Routh's new residence is located in the Beverly Hills Post Office area and not in the city of Beverly Hills proper, a geographic and civic distinction of vital import to real estate snobs in the 90210.

Mister Routh, a man with a vigorously pumped up chest as smooth as a baby's boo-tox, is best known for his 2006 portrayal of Superman, a role that earned him heaps of fame but not so much in the way of continued professional success. Although he has appeared in a dozen or so films since squeezing his bulging body into Superman's delectably revealing, skin tight spandex body suit, the most notable post-Superman role for comely Mister Routh has been as the boy-beau of a gay porn star in Zack and Miri Make a Porno. Among a long list of one-time appearances on a number of boob-toob programs, Mister Routh's lovely wife Courtney's claim to Tinseltown fame is a recurring role on the 2009 season of critically acclaimed, serial killer cable program Dexter.

In January of 2010, according to property records, the pulchritudinous pair paid $1,213,000 to purchase a cutesy cottage in the Beverly Hills Post Office area of Los Angeles. Listing information for the rustic, "treehouse" like residence indicates the house sits high above the street on a .29 acre hillside lot. Property records reveal cottage-style house measures 1,690 square feet and includes 3 bedrooms and 2 poopers.

A long, white picket fence lined driveway curls up the hill towards the two car garage that sits under the main portion of the house. A flight of glut-busting steps winds up to a wide, covered front porch with flagstone flooring. The front door opens into a narrow entrance hall that in turn gives way to the living/dining room where there are dark stained parquet floors, a beamed ceiling, large brick fireplace flanked by built-in book shelves, a window seat, and a wall of French doors that open to the wide terrace the stretches across the front of the house and looks out into the surrounding tree tops.

Beyond the living/dining room is the family room where the previous owners hung a flat screen tee-vee on the wall and rust colored Roman shades over the multi-paned sash windows. The charm of the room's charming Dutch door–Your Mama loves us a Dutch door–is somewhat diminished by the disturbingly old-fashioned ceiling fan that Your Mama recommends Mister and Missus Routh replace, iffin they haven't already done so. The children will note that while the color of the hardwood floors stays nicely consistent throughout the house, there is an undeniable and jarring decorative disturbance where parquet flooring in living/dining room butts up agains the multi-width plank flooring in the family room. This sort of pairing of floor patterns is entirely unacceptable as far as Your Mama is concerned but, if if must be done, the two pattens must, under all circumstances be divide by a sill of some sort.

Because the cottage is tucked up in the hillside, only a slim brick paved space at the rear serves at the backyard proper. However, there are several other terraces and outdoor areas including a grassy spot around the side of the house just outside the kitchen and family room where a stone terrace and freestanding brick built barbecue makes for shady summertime grillin' and chillin'.

Perhaps Mister and Missus Routh could not afford more a more celebrity style crib or maybe, just maybe, we're starting to see a trend towards young Hollywood types wising up and buying more modest, more affordable, and more livable homes than they were in the mid-2000s when a damn houseplant could get a million dollar mortgage and it seemed like every reality tee-vee denizen and anyone with a minor role on a second rate sitcom was buying shockingly expensive, showy, and high maintenance homes.