Hangover star sends fans into a frenzy as he unveils incredible 'glow up'
Ed Helms, 51 - who portrayed the character of Stu Price in the 2009 comedic film - received a sweet compliment from Handler in a snippet from the Dear Chelsea podcast that was shared to her Instagram page.
'Ed, I don't want to sound sexist right now, but I just want to say you've had some sort of glow up!' the host stated.
'And I don't want to sound condescending or patronizing in any way but I just want to say you've burst into manhood.'
Helms responded by letting out a small laugh and Chelsea continued, 'You really look very handsome. Your hair, you've taken off the glasses. Very debonair almost I want to say.'
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'All right, all right,' Ed said while flashing a big smile and then jokingly explained, 'Well I finally went through puberty.'
'That's what I was - Yeah, that's what I was getting to,' Handler replied. 'It feels like you must have hit it late and that you hit it hard.'
Social media users agreed with Chelsea and jumped to the comment section of the post to also share their own thoughts.
One penned, 'No because you're so right he is glowingggggg,' while another wrote, 'She's not wrong.'
'Ed Helms is truly a silver fox,' a fan added, and one typed out, 'Yeah, he's looking good.'
Another shared, 'Chelsea, you nailed it! He's always been cute - but he went through puberty and it's working with him.'
'Wow, aging like fine wine,' an Instagram user penned, and one wrote, 'He's giving Hugh Grant.'
The actor has taken a number of notable roles throughout his successful career thus far, but catapulted to fame when he starred in The Hangover (2009).
The comedic film was directed by Todd Philipps and also starred Bradley Cooper, Zach Galifianakis, Justin Bartha, Heather Graham, and Jeffrey Tambor.
Upon its release in theaters, the project became a box office success and grossed $469.3 million globally on a budget of $35 million.
The Hangover garnered a number of accolades, including a Golden Globe for Best Motion Picture - Musical or Comedy.
Two sequels followed - but did not receive the same critical praise as the first movie.
During a past interview with Conan O'Brien, the actor admitted that the fame he experienced after the first movie was released had been 'overwhelming.'
'It was a tornado of fame and yeah...it was very overwhelming,' Ed expressed. 'But I also - I feel very lucky on that as well because my public persona had risen gradually.'
The star is also known for appearing on the hit NBC sitcom The Office while playing the role of Andy Bernard.
'Like when I was on basic cable on The Daily Show, we had what [Stephen] Colbert liked to call toy fame.'
Helms explained, 'Which is like you can still walk around and do anything and you don't get really recognized very often but occasionally you do...'
When he began appearing in episodes of The Office, the star stated that was 'another ratchet up because that's network television. And I was definitely getting recognized a lot more.'
Helms added, 'So I had some skillset I guess just in sort of dealing with that. But then The Hangover was a whole new level.'
He then commended his fellow castmates as they went through the leap of fame together. 'Like if it wasn't for those guys, I don't think I would have stayed sane.'
Following his time in The Hangover franchise, Ed appeared in other projects such as The Lorax, We're The Millers, Vacation and Family Switch.
He has also pursued his passion when it comes to writing and released his book SNAFU: The Definitive Guide To History's Greatest Screwups which was published late last month in April.
The actor also hosts a podcast of his own called SNAFU which also delves into some of 'history's greatest screw-ups.'
During a recent interview with MSNBC, the star opened up about how the book came to be.
'I just had this kind of like curiosity about history and context and just understanding crazy humanity.'
Helms added, 'And of course I made a career out of comedy and the podcast just became this great way to mash up the two. History, comedy. And snafus are inherently funny as part of history.'
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