Before the world explodes in a hormonal daze over the more Hiddleston-centric instalments of The Hollow Crown, can we talk about the monument to glowering manhood that was James Purefoy in Richard II? Too bad to live; too hot to be exiled.
Before the world explodes in a hormonal daze over the more Hiddleston-centric instalments of The Hollow Crown, can we talk about the monument to glowering manhood that was James Purefoy in Richard II? Too bad to live; too hot to be exiled.
