Not a single completely bare chest on the two-hour season finale of Poldark. Nothing more than a little peek at some chest hair.
Ross was busy smuggling somebody clearly guilty of manslaughter out of Cornwall, and meanwhile the women spent much of the episode trying to sort out a bunch of goddamn male bullshit. Then there was, of course, the rampage of the “putrid throat” illness. All in all, a devastating two hours. Thanks for the tears, ya jerks. Best we got was this:
Demelza, you’re blocking my view of your husband’s chest.
However, let’s take a moment to appreciate this facial hair:
Somebody please just put Francis on a boat to Antarctica. Please. Please. Fuck this stupid worm.
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