Is There Such a Thing as "Too Much Sasha"?

I watched Tenure the other day. It's a quirky little indie film with Luke Wilson and Sasha Alexander (she has a pretty minor role). I had been waiting for it for about a month to be put up on Netflix Instant Play. The film is about a professor (Wilson) who is trying to get tenure, blah, blah... who cares... I watched it for Sasha. (Actually I did enjoy the film. Not for everyone. But the pressure and anxiety over getting tenure... I know people in that situation. Actually, I'm kinda done hearing people whine about it.)
Anywho, Sasha plays Luke Wilson's sister. Once again, who cares? You just want delicious screencappy goodness. (Screencaps that can be clicked on for enlarged goodness.)

Seriously, how can you not LOVE this woman?

Gah! Adorable!


I think I'm really from the 50's because I think smoking is damn sexy. But don't do it, kids... It's bad for you and it kills. But whatever. Live hard, die young, and leave an effing beautiful corpse. (But not really, because being alive is great!)

Anywho, Sasha. Smoking. Smoking Hott.



OH.

MY.

HOTT.
Seriously? Seriously. Seriously? Wow.
Unfortunately, she was giving that look (the look that makes me oh-so weak in the knees) to this guy:

Disapprove.

Gorgeous, right?