He is so painfully beautiful. I can’t decide which role causes the most agony of gorgeousness. Does it yank my insides out more to see him as Dr. Syn, Andrew Miller, Jess (the torrid gypsy), Andrew McDhui, Brand, David Jones, John Drake, Number 6??? Even later, he is appealing as the spicy Roger Devereau, the cynical and sexy John Kingsley, Fouquet (except for the horrible clothes, and I’m not crazy about the hair tbh), and the lonely John Connor. And yes, I know there are others but I’m just naming my favorites. Still, the earlier ones are honestly so agonizingly gloriously physically magnificent it is hard to tear your eyes away from his face and appreciate anything else about him… until, of course, you gather your wits and begin to notice his hands, and then you’re off again, spun into a world of admiration, and you notice his gait, and his movements - deft and elegant, yet masculine and powerful. “How can anybody survive him? It’s a pleasant death…”
