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.
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