I suppose I’ll spend the rest of the afternoon watching Thor rescue someone who isn’t Tom Hiddleston.

(The movie is EXTRACTION, on Netflix. So far pretty standard; I have tea and a cooling cherry tart.)

I’ve noticed this before, but Thor has some very nice forearms.

And we have a murder by pitchfork/garden rake. Okay, movie. I’m sold.

I mean, I’m not cheap, but I can be had. Forearms, nice blue eyes, and a pitchfork murder? I’m on board.

Obligatory shirtless scene. I haven’t felt this obliged by a movie since PACIFIC RIM started its first robot battle.

“If you want to live you have to trust me.”

So far, we’re ticking all the boxes. All we’re missing is a time-traveling, homicidal robot!

Although I have to admit hearing Thor yell “FUCK OFF” in Aussie while driving at high speed is absolutely my cuppa.

Cue John Wick gun-fu. I have to go make dinner soon, but I’ll be back.

The kid lost his bulletproof vest (I sense a plot point) and Thor actually had to reload. Okay, I’m still in…

…but dinner has to be made. Sigh.