Sense and Sensibili-*rawr*

The lovely thing about being an actor in Britain is that you are culturally and universally obligated to have some strain of period costume drama on your CV. I thought I was smitten before, but now that I've seen Dominic Cooper swathed in oxblood velvet, silk buttons, and ruffles (while WET, no less), I feel culturally and universally obligated to release a proper squee at this time.

Clearly, I am not spending enough time frolicking around on a Devonshire dune in the rain, or else I'd have more dashing, dark, and handsome gentlemen rescuing me from my entirely preventable ankle injuries and my terrific misfortune of being born female in Victorian times.