What was the director thinking? How could she (a woman, no less) take one of the greatest cinematic heartthrobs to come along in a generation and send him before the cameras with bozo the clown colored hair. Is that the best they could come up with to sully his perfect appearance? I would have been happier had they dressed him in super huge clown shoes. Every sentence he spoke (albeit in that super swoony Brit patois) was rendered fodder for a gigglefest because I could not get beyond that hair. Any stylists in the house? What gives?
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