Do you know who will never stop being delightful? Kate Winslet. I mean she’s almost so delightful it’s obnoxious. Like, “Ugh, delightful again?” But each time she speaks she has this lovely kind of nonchalant British charm that is just, for lack of a better word, delightful. Last month she was delighting us with her totally nonchalant acceptance of her son’s sexuality – whatever that may turn out to be. And before that she delighted us with her superhero exploits saving Richard Branson’s grandmum from a resort fire. But what really makes someone just over-the-top delightful is when she can be self-deprecating about just how delightful she really is. Like in her retelling her heroic feats during said fire. See for yourself.
I know. Ugh, so fucking delightful.