Sherlock Fugolmes

I sure am glad I looked up the last entry I wrote about Jude Law here, because I literally was just about to write THE EXACT SAME ENTRY: remind you of how steamingly hot he was in The Talented Mister Ripley — perhaps taking a sidebar to wax poetic about how much I loved Gwynnie’s wardrobe in said film — and then point out that something has happened to him because now I’m really kind of scared he might be thinking about removing my left kidney with a knitting needle and abandoning me in an ice-filled bathtub. I mean, look at him:

Maybe it’s just the effect of a jaunty scarf tied so cold-heartedly over bare flesh, but something about this look, “I THIRST FOR YOUR INNARDS” and it’s freaking me out.