I am about 45 minutes into watching Hope Springs. Wifey seems to have control over the Netflix queue.
I must send my commiserations to Colin Firth. He has been hopelessly typecast as an English accented romantic lead male and is doomed to spend the rest of his life doing it unless drastic steps are taken.
I recommend a season of panto to release the grip.
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