...is, of course, James Marsden. The only reason I saw 27 Dresses again last Friday was to look at him for 1 hour and 40 minutes and it was definitely worth it. 27 Dresses is a passable rom-com at best, but everytime Mr. Marsden comes on screen, he practically glows with hilarity and likeability. I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but during that final scene when the camera cuts to him while Katherine Heigl was walking down the aisle, I had this big, goofy smile on my face and was practically giggling like a 13 year old girl.And, for no other reason besides his beauty, he's a couple more pictures of Mr. Marsden.
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