Look, I will be the first to admit that I appreciate the fuck out of how beautiful Josh Duhamel is. He’s like that kind of beautiful that you’re like he’s a bad boy, but like a good man, and you know he would rock your damn world.
And no one is hating on that.
There woulda been a time where I woulda wondered why he would do a film like The Lost Husband, because in my opinion its fucking horrible, but hey no one can fault anyone for making their money.
The movie, which isn’t a Netflix original, has made its way to number one on the streaming service and personally I am thinking what that means is that we have all reached the point in quarantine where we have no taste left.
Or we are all high. Which hey, if you are, I know bad choices can be made.
Josh remains hot as fuck, and obviously we’re all wanting affection, so his ruggedness can be the inspiration for many sex dreams.
What’s the movie about?
After the sudden death of her husband, Libby (Bibb) is forced to move in with her hypercritical mother. Out of the blue, her estranged Aunt Jean offers an escape: a job and a place to live on her farm in the Texas Hill Country. Before she can talk herself out of it, Libby is packing the minivan, grabbing the kids, and hitting the road. Life on Aunt Jean’s goat farm is more wonderful and more mysterious than Libby could have imagined. Beyond the animals and the strenuous work, there is quiet — deep, country quiet. But there is also a shaggy, gruff farm manager (Duhamel) with a tragic home life, a feed-store clerk who claims she can contact her husband ‘on the other side,’ and the eccentric aunt she never really knew but who turns out to be exactly who she needs.
If you need a movie to put you to sleep, this would be it.
