This movie, based on the TV series from the 1960s, is about impossibly handsome men wearing impossibly well-fitting suits and doing . . . some stuff. Uh. Most of the impossibly handsome men were spies and there was something about a nuclear bomb. I think. Honestly, I had trouble focusing on the plot due to, shall we say, the cut of Superman and the Winklevi’s respective jibs. Also their biceps. My goodness.
Plus, frankly, I’m 99% sure the plot was 100% dumb anyway.
You know what we should do instead of talking about this movie anymore? We should just do this:
That man . . . can wear a suit. Hot damn.
I don’t even know what to say, the colors of everything were so perfect.
Also, the eyebrows. OF EVERYTHING.
Now you know what I meant about the biceps. You should see what happens when he raises his arms. It’s worth $12 for the big screen version, I assure you.
Good golly. Incidentally, his accent did not suck.
POCKET SQUARE JUST SO.
The only people who can successfully wear this hat are Armie Hammer and my dad, and that’s a fact.
This poster makes it look like a publication named “The Intelligence” wrote a review of the film that just read “HUGH GRANT.” I’m all for it.
There’s a reason why clothes were a big part of this movie.
This is the reason why.
Oomph. Is what. Right down to the shoes. I regret nothing.