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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.
Oh yes, I’d like to talk about it.
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