For some reason that I can’t recall now, there was a time Jake Gyllenhaal bugged me. The only reason I remember this is because while swooning over how damn good he looked in a tux at the Oscars, my mom said “I thought you didn’t like him?” And I thought, “What was wrong with me?!”
Ever since I saw him cooking with Ellen, and followed his adorable relationship with Reese Witherspoon (which I admit I’m still kinda bummed about being over – because I get waaaay too invested in celebrity relationships) I’ve liked him. He seems like a nice, decent, not famewhorey not obnoxious guy.
But this press tour he’s been on for Prince of Persia – Daaaaamn Jake! What a dreamboat! He’s always dressed really well, he’s funny, sexy, playful, clever, charming – a well rounded package of crush-worthiness. His sexy teasing on Entertainment Tonight, his hilarious display of Russian photos on Letterman, a tasty photo shoot in what should clearly be my fave magazine – GQ.
The movie looks dopey – but I have been known to sit through all SORTS of crappy movies in the name of a cute boy (Brad Pitt and Antonio Banderas owe me several hours of my life back – yeah I’m lookin’ at you Meet Joe Black and Never Talk to Strangers!) So wasting two hours on this isn’t that much of a stretch. How bad can it be staring at Jake’s abs the whole time with Junior Mints in hand?