I wanted to watch the 2004 BBC adaptation of Elizabeth Gaskell’s 19th century novel North and South for some time now. Today, I finally watched it, loved it, and spent a couple of hours debating whether I should write a review about it. Since I’m feeling a little under the weather for a full-length review, the only thing I want to write about is the ending, and while I’m at it, I want to talk about the hotness that is Richard Armitage.
In fact, I plan to dwell on Richard Armitage. Readers be warned: if you came here for a plot synopsis (which you can find on Amazon), you’re going to leave with an eyeful of Richard Armitage.
On her return trip to London, Margaret Hale (Daniela Denby-Ashe), makes a brief train station detour. Mr. Thorton (Richard Armitage) has also been detained at said train station. A chance meeting…
She’s the first to recognize him.
He notices her a millisecond later and gives her some super-sexy look that isn’t legal in most countries. He should have a license for that look…because it’s dangerous.
While delivering her proposal to financially back his bankrupt cotton mill, Margaret Hale can’t seem to bring herself to look at him. Her words escape in an unpremeditated rush.
How could she look him in the face when he’s staring at her with such intensity? He’s weakening her with the full power of his piercing eyes! This is when I started to wonder: is there a school where handsome, chiseled men go to learn the fine art of the piercing stare? A Heathcliff Academy for the Hot and Hotter?
Mr. Thorton oh-so-tenderly reaches for her hand and Ms. Hale’s hand closes over his.
Cue Kleenex and girly sighs. Did screenwriters raid every young girl’s diary in order to produce this perfect romantic ending? They certainly raided my diary…