Last Sunday morning, The English Patient was on TV. I had your typical cable movie reaction: I alerted co-workers on Twitter; I canceled plans; I forced everyone in my home to put down their phones and not speak during the good parts (anything in the desert, and especially the wind scene). A million years ago, Seinfeld made it fashionable to dislike The English Patient, but, being a female human who enjoys love stories, I'm still devoted to it, which means that I feel a particular affection for Ralph Fiennes. With the help of End of the Affair and The Constant Gardener, he came to represent a certain 2000s archetype for me: upper-crust, handsome, annoyingly (but effectively) silent, and bound to disappear at any moment. So maybe I should not have been surprised when he did — hiding behind Voldemort's mashed-in nose for the better part of a decade.
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