I just sat through "Race to Witch Mountain" solely to be able to revel in Dwayne Johnson's hotness. And gloriously, the hotness came in spades (with a charming smirk and perfect comic timing too). Which was lucky, because the second half of the movie was such an avalanche of boring Hollywood clichés the only thing keeping me from *facepalming* the whole time was the thought of possibly missing out on Johnson arm porn.
Yeah, this guy.
I dunno, I'm very much more for the skinnier soccer/bicycling/basketball types, but for some reason Dwayne Johnson has slipped past my guard. It must be because, as Jessica Rabbit said, he makes me laugh.
- I promise I'll post fic to make up for this entry