Strictly from the perspective of the fandom Père-Lachaise offers Rufus an opportunity to poke fun at his villainous image in Hollywood film. As fiancé to Emily Mortimer, there is an odd feeling she has somehow given up and settled for him despite the fact that she imagines his sense of humor is lacking, he bumbles and panders with charm and a sly wink. There is no actual evidence of this as he makes several amusing, if sour comments in the first moments of the mini-drama and feels light hearted enough to transform the dullest of afternoon sight-seeing into a special treat.  

It’s short, it’s sweet and it may make your teeth rot, but it is Rufus doing what he does with aplomb—playing the lovable, slightly-clueless mate who manages to finally work things out in the end. It’s a mini-romantic comedy without all of the tedious bits from unenlightening stock friends and ex-lovers and a film maker that imagines they have something clever to say.  

A visit to the crypt of Oscar Wilde, a row, and a bump on the head transform our dry as a tomb William into a romantic wit-ster who promises to make Frances laugh if she’ll only come back to the hotel with him. Sex with humor and Rufus Sewell! What woman could ever resist? 

If I must have sugar on my Rufus, I’ll take it like this, short and sweet.

creme puff~