I have been attempting a lyrical paean to Andrew Garfield’s hair for months now, but I’m afraid that my verse is not as lustrous as his healthy strands, and without achieving true mimesis I don’t feel that I can do justice to such an abundant barnet. I can’t quite explain why it makes me come over all Keatsian; I think its thickness must be mesmerising. I am someone who instantly assesses a boy’s hairline for probability of future baldness, and this is the hairline of a boy who will never go bald. Ergo, it is a thing of wonder.
The hair gives a particularly powerful performance in Red Riding. 1974 was obviously a good time for hair with presence.
Here he is looking super cute boy (yes that’s a widely-used compound adjective) at the premiere of some movie I’ll probably never see, unless it involves a ten minute continuous shot of his hair being ruffled by invisible fingers.
He’s also a genuinely exciting and rather brilliant young actor but you should already know that. You may not know that he was Tom the neighbour in Sugar Rush, though, because you may not be a walking imdb specialising in British actors. Fortunately for you, I am.
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