Seriously, eew.

Dave told me to be thankful that "it's not Shia LaBiffagoodmovie or Ryan Renolds."

But this image made me throw up in my mouth a little. And die a little on the inside. And cry a little on the outside. And all those other little things that hint at subtle fractures in a soul that was, until recently, relatively whole and well.






At least I can stomach the sight of Shia without a shirt.


The only thing I can think of is that the casting director, for some reason, hates the Prince of Persia games.
Kind of like the artist comissioned to paint George Washington hated his guts and thus made him eternally fugly on our dollar bills...