Yo Billy Magnussen,
We get that you’re handsome. We really do. That you are the ultimate sun-kissed surfer boy of our frozen New York City dreams. That your bare chest was basically its own character in Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike, and therefore we had no choice but to love and revere you forever, because we worship at the alter of impressive barechestedness like it’s our jobs.
But here’s the thing. Beyond your button-popping solar plexus of wonder, you are giving a great performance in that show. A silly, literally/figuratively stupid, foil-for-everything, endearing performance that we loved. And loved, and loved.
So you get down with your Tony nomination, but you’ve already won something: The Tony of our Hearts. And also possibly the Tony of Our Ladyparts.