Karl Urban in leather is Hot.
Karl Urban speaking in another language is really Hot.
Karl Urban with a gun is really really Hot.
Add all these things together and it equals Dead Circe.
So why was my mother shocked that I was hyperventilating everytime he was on screen in the Bourne Supremancy tonight?
Me: OMG! You killed Karl Urban! You suck, Matt Damon!
Mum: He was the bad guy.
Me: He was the Karl Urban!
My entire reflection on this movie boils down to two things:
one: The whole movie filmed with hand held cameras, while not Blair Witch-y, was still annoying.
two: Karl Urban.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I must make Karl icons. *goes to find pics*