"[...]Colin Firth reveals a quite shocking soprano while Julie Walters raises a smile, but the clear Man of the Match is Pierce Brosnan. God, I love Pierce Brosnan. I’d gladly watch all his scenes every weekend for the rest of the year. He can’t sing at all, but he doesn’t need to: he’s Pierce Fucking Brosnan. I can’t explain it, but there’s something in the very essence of that man that makes me warm inside, and when he wasn’t on screen I spent the time of his absence ardently anticipating his return. Have you seen him in The Matador? I love him in that."

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