This is Hollywood’s new manly man. But Momoa is the real deal—a rock climber, a motorcycle rider, an axe hurler, a terrific dad—and that’s why Hollywood is betting on him to be the next great superhero.
Jason Momoa is so perfect for America. It’s like his body was carved out of the oldest oak tree in the land, then given a blood transfusion from the wildest coyote, and then incubated in the still-warm carcass of the last buffalo on the Great Plains before being crowned with feathers from the only bald eagle not eating out of a dumpster behind a McDonald’s.
