But he's Richard Armitage!
I'm trying the "Play It Now" option on Netflix in an effort to pare down the perpetually maxed out queue, and last night the BBC period mini-series North and South was on tap.
The plot is more or less the same you will find in any random Harlequin novel: fish-out-of-water heroine meets hot, brooding hero and myriad contrived misunderstandings ensue. I truly hate "convenient" misunderstandings as a plot device, and at least twice per episode I had to yell at the main female character:
"But he's Richard Armitage! RICHARD ARMITAGE! You can't (insert random clichéd manipulation) Richard Armitage!!"
