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James Wilby as John Locke in Gradiva (C'est Gradiva qui vous appelle)

Tumblr telling me to check out Wil Wheaton's blog, hm, how about no.

I will always recognize James Wilby's mustache in Lady Chatterley as the mustache that ruined his sex life.

James Wilby as Sir Clifford Chatterley and Joely Richardson as Lady Constance Chatterley in Lady Chatterley. (1993)

I'll pretend that I didn't get that magazine title wrong the entire time.

James Wilby interviewed in the March 1990 edition of Film Review magazine. (And my photos because my scanner doesn't work.)

James Wilby as Sir Richard Morton in Murder In Mind: Echoes.

The Woman In White (1997) Percival Glyde's death.

As I got near there was a strange smell stealing out on the damp night air. I heard a snapping noise inside--I saw the light above grow brighter and brighter--a pane of the glass cracked--I ran to the door and put my hand on it. The vestry was on fire! Before I could move, before I could draw my breath after that discovery, I was horror-struck by a heavy thump against the door from the inside. I heard the key worked violently in the lock--I heard a man's voice behind the door, raised to a dreadful shrillness, screaming for help. The servant who had followed me staggered back shuddering, and dropped to his knees.

"Oh, my God!" he said, "it's Sir Percival!" As the words passed his lips the clerk joined us, and at the same moment, there was another and a last grating turn of the key in the lock. "The Lord have mercy on his soul!" said the old man. "He is doomed and dead. He has hampered the lock." I rushed to the door. The one absorbing purpose that had filled all my thoughts, that had controlled all my actions, for weeks and weeks past, vanished in an instant from my mind.

All remembrance of the heartless injury the man's crimes had inflicted--of the love, the innocence, the happiness he had pitilessly laid waste--of the oath I had sworn in my own heart to summon him to the terrible reckoning that he deserved--passed from my memory like a dream. I remembered nothing but the horror of his situation. I felt nothing but the natural human impulse to save him from a frightful death.

"Try the other door!" I shouted. "Try the door into the church! The lock's hampered. You're a dead man if you waste another moment on it." There had been no renewed cry for help when the key was turned for the last time. There was no sound now of any kind, to give token that he was still alive. I heard nothing but the quickening crackle of the flames, and the sharp snap of the glass in the skylight above.

James Wilby and Juliet Aubrey photographed for Bertie And Elizabeth, 2002.

Portrait of James Wilby as Sydney Carton in 1989's A Tale Of Two Cities.

James Wilby and Juliet Aubrey photographed for Bertie And Elizabeth, 2002.