There are plenty of good reasons why a person would love Jon Favreau. He's funny. He's talented. He's got all his teeth. I happen to like him for all of these reasons, but I love him because he's landed himself squarely in the middle of a really good career as a writer. Normally this would just make me jealous and petty, but because I actually think he writes well and about things that I appreciate it just makes me love him. He writes dialogue I wish I'd been able to come up with, characters that always turn out to be more complex than they appear, and stories that are filled with lots of laughs and even more heart. What's not to love? Besides all of this, he also seems to be reasonably level headed, extremely funny and unendingly dedicated to making good, independent movies. So although I wish I had his job, I'm really happy there's a Jon Favreau out there in the movie making world who knows the value of his own indie cred and uses it to write movies worth looking at. Besides the fact that he's written two well received low budget films (Swingers and Made), he's also done a fair bit of acting in any number of movies that show off his ample range as an actor. Sure, he's got his Very Bad Things lingering around to stink up the joint, but he's also got under-rated gems like PCU and Love & Sex on his resume to balance the load.

Finally, speaking as a heterosexual woman in the 21st century, I would be remiss if I did not mention the fact that Jon Favreau also happens to be dead sexy. Maybe it's my ongoing thing for men with curly hair or the fact that I find celebrities like Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise to be aggressively boring in their sparkly toothed charm and swagger but I prefer a man who's unpredictably good looking and who only gets better looking the more he talks. Jon Favreau fits that bill perfectly.

It should be, by now, abundantly clear that I'm nobody who has any kind of star making power, but I think Jon Favreau's got the goods and I'm certain that if I were an old man with a wet cigar and a bad toupee sitting behind a big polished wooden desk at a studio somewhere, not only would my declarations about Jon Favreau's sexiness make you uneasy, but you'd believe every word I have to say on the matter.