This is Jude Law last night leaving Claridges after the Tropic Thunder premiere.

Like… shave your f7cking head already!

My dad started losing his hair at 25. And he persisted with the combover. And when it was blowing outside the longer parts would flip in the wind and I remember thinking to myself one day when he picked me up from school that he could braid it, it was so long. But my dad is a short dinky little Chinese man, not a former Sexiest Man Alive.

He’s not Jude Law. Ew!

Seriously… dude… rock the bald. The bald can be hot. Has to be hotter than that one little patch floating in its own lonely ocean on the top of his head, non?

But it’s more than the hair, isn’t it? it’s the tee shirt under his jacket that loops down too low. And the pubies poking out combined with an increasingly smarmy expression…ugh.

Once upon a time in Jude Law there was something. How quickly there’s now nothing.

More evidence that…

There’s only one Johnny Depp.

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