Matt Lanter’s career has risen steadily since the days when he was just the son of the nation’s first female President on ABC’s Commander in Chief*. You only need look at his face to understand why.

I rarely agree with the common notion of labeling guys with flawless faces and physiques as “plastic”, mostly because it’s rarely true and seems to stem more from jealousy in the beholder. But for me, Lanter, 29, could serve as Exhibit 1 in the case in favor of the Plastic Rule.

Why? Well, this dude borders on robotic in most everything he does, a fact which is constantly running up against the sheer enjoyment of looking at such a fine human specimen. But time and time again, there’s just no there there. At the same time, I will admit that I rarely watch his current show, 90210, so I could be judging him unfairly. (If so, let me know!)

But one thing’s for sure: He is surely one of Hollywood’s best looking actors, which is what this column is all about. Hair? Perfect. Body? Terrific. Eyes? Truly sublime.

My ruling: Damn HOTT. Plastic, too, perhaps. But HOTT.

*CIC remains the case study of a show that was systematically destroyed by a network for no good reason other than incompetence.