Tell me again…why is Jude Law hot? Broken record, but he’s just never worked for me, you know?
It’s the dandy pants thing, the polka dot scarves, the trousers that are tighter than my skinny jeans, the pathetic combover, the fashion model/waiter-inspired suit he wore at last night’s premiere – call me Cruise but that’s not exactly a quivering combination for my loins, to say nothing of the fact that next to his co-stars he’s like another greasy hanger-on with one too many slick lines.
Then again, maybe it’s just me. Maybe Jude Law is the kind of loin explosion I’m just too uncouth to understand.