Yes, Please.
I don’t know how I missed this, but I finally saw the remake of The Amityville Horror last night. I wasn’t expecting it to be as good as the original, mostly because I’ve seen some of Ryan Reynolds’ other movies and he didn’t seem the “leading man in a horror movie” type. Anyway, I really liked it and wasn’t at all disappointed (like I am with 90% of remakes). But that is not what I liked best…
How have I not managed to see Ryan Reynolds without his shirt on?? First, I’m watching the movie with interest, then comes Mr. Sexy Pants without his shirt and I’m suddenly watching with a whole different interest. I couldn’t even focus on the matter at hand, after that. I just kept hoping he’d chop more wood and sweat (which, gratefully, he did).
Mr. Reynolds, you will never read this- or know who the hell I am- but I want to touch your abs. Please and thank you.
Peace and unexpected hotness.
