I finally got around to watching Prince of Persia.
The mythology was baffling and nonsensical, Jake was, for lack of a better word, orange, and across the miles and miles of sand there was nary a Persian in sight.
However, I thoroughly enjoyed it because of the company. Any movie is better with Hot Stuff. The scene: rogue assassins (Hashashins, because hey, it's Persia!, white (well, orange) people with fake British accents notwithstanding) are doing some sort of very impressive training routine practicing the best methods to kill people. One black-clad man throws two grenade-like firebombs in quick succession.
Narration from Hot Stuff: "The first one lights him on fire. The second one lights him even more on fire!"
Yes, Hollywood, he is available to write screenplays. But no, readers, you can't borrow him for your movie nights. He's all mine.
Photo by Caitlin, who agrees: Dastan might be handsome (in a strange, orange way) but Lend is still better. You never win an argument with Paranormalcy. Trust me.