THAT IS THE PROBLEM. I already had an unreasonable thing for Josh Hutcherson's biceps based solely on the stalk across the raining room floor to get the big metal thing to throw. Now I get a whole movie of Renner shooting arrows and wearing tiny black shirts. Cannot. Deal.
Not remotely shallow. I mean, the whole movie's like a giant pool of eyeporn--Chris Evans's ass in the boxing gym, HELLO-- but something about Renner's arms just KILLED me. And I never liked him before, or, honestly, gave a shit about anyone's arms. At least I can feel fine with lusting after him (we are almost exactly the same age) as opposed to Hutcherson, who I could have given birth to.
Also, Sean Bean. WTF is up with you and making an early exit out of epic fantasies? Boromir, Ned Stark...all he needed to do was play Dumbledore for the hat trick.
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Oh, manflesh. The line about tasting manflesh from LOTR is just...Tolkien obviously did not have a dirty enough mind.
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Also, Sean Bean. WTF is up with you and making an early exit out of epic fantasies? Boromir, Ned Stark...all he needed to do was play Dumbledore for the hat trick.
...so he'll be cast as Finnick Odair. XD
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