An open letter to Mr. Theroux.

Hi, Justin.

I feel as though I've not watched enough of your work. You wrote Iron Man and you directed Dedication, both are films I love (and the thought of you telling Billy Crudup what to do pleases me).

I've just not seen enough of you in front of the camera, Mr. Theroux. I must remedy that, because when I see you I realize how much I really do adore you.

It must also be noted that we both enjoy black-framed nerd glasses, which, despite what pop culture had taught us previously, can be really quite flattering.

I have currently pledged myself to Matthew Goode, August Diehl, Daniel Brühl, and Mélanie Laurent, but I can make time for you, good sir.

I must.

Sincerely,

butchiemcgee

P.S.,

I loved you in The Baxter.