Thursday, April 29, 2010
Look at Them! Buahah!
Yes, I am also wondering why I had to post those pictures of both of them in outrageous wigs. *shrugs*
What about both of them in outrageous glasses? hehehe...
All right, all right. Them the way they are; Gents:
Is it disturbing I get kinda hot checking the choosen pictures; especially the 'Outrageous Wigs' pics (it's those uniforms)?
What about both of them in outrageous glasses? hehehe...
All right, all right. Them the way they are; Gents:
Is it disturbing I get kinda hot checking the choosen pictures; especially the 'Outrageous Wigs' pics (it's those uniforms)?
Help Me Through the Coming Years!!! (nail bite)
It's weird to see how both Jonathan and Alan got tangled up in huge productions. Jonathan in Pirates of the Caribbean series and Alan in the Harry Potter series. You have no idea how weird that is to me. A little lucky to know there will be a sufficient supply of both on screen, but weird cause I'd rather see them doing other stuff instead of the playful weird fantasy worlds of Harry Potter and Captain Sparrow. I mean dude, what the hell!?!?!? Fortunately or Unfortunately (I'm not sure which one) Jonathan already dropped out of the PotC series and Alan just finished up for Harry Potter. It makes me eager and happy to look forward to new projects and sad to know it's going to be harder to find their new stuff. Damn....Now what!?
Someone, cast them!!! (preferably in something that is not too hard to find) They can do more than this:
Someone, cast them!!! (preferably in something that is not too hard to find) They can do more than this:
Monday, April 26, 2010
Battle of the Silken-voiced Scoundrels?
To be honest, I don't really feel the need to write a versus piece on Pryce and Rickman. Still, I came across one (surprisingly, even though both of them ending up in a sexy list was more surprising to me) on the Internet. It seems I already developed my counter weight comparison for these gentlemen (gentlemen, cause for once I'm sure that's what they both are). (Should I add images?)
Alan Rickman vs. Jonathan Pryce
Battle of the Silken-voiced Scoundrels
Why are the most compelling film villains British? From Grand Moff Tarkin to Hannibal Lecter to Scar the cartoon lion, the memorable villains are the ones whose elegantly modulated voices and slightly effete mannerisms disguise their true purpose: Eeeeevil. Of course, now the evil British dandy is such a stock film character that the elegant voices and effete tics are more likely to amplify the eeeeevil than they are to mask it.
Now that Jeremy Irons has left the Die Hard With a Vengeances and Dead Ringerses of his career behind him in favour of concentrating on roles that require him to play repressed men who hook up, somehow, with transgendered Chinese opera stars, Jonathan Pryce and Alan Rickman are left to duke it out between themselves for the title of Designated Urbane-yet-Physically-Unintimidating Criminal Mastermind.
Yeah, that would scare you, wouldn't it?
Pryce can sing, which has meant he's played smarmy bastards in recent operettas like Miss Saigon and Evita. Though no one saw it, he played an eeeeevil Vatican operative in Stigmata. He's also been tapped for that most prestigious of villain roles: Bond Antagonist. Rickman, for his part...well, yes, Rickman's character in Die Hard -- his most striking villainous turn (and arguably among the greatest villains in contemporary film) was German. But he's still British, and uses the accent through most of the film. You think of him as British even though he's called Hans Gruber. You know you do. He also played the eponymous Rasputin, and the svengali Lukas Hart III in Bob Roberts.
All of the above roles should have a few attributes in common: Smooth. Suave. Annoyingly sexy. And here's where the combatants pull away from each other. With his bug-eyes and Brazil cred, Jonathan Pryce has a certain geek appeal, but those few who did see Stigmata didn't come out of it raving about the magnetic pull of Cardinal Houseman; they were jonesing for Gabriel Byrne. When Alan Rickman shows up, even as the embodiment of eeeeevil, he still maintains all of the charm and charisma that were on display in Truly, Madly, Deeply and Sense and Sensibility. Bad teeth and all, he's the mack.
Advantage: Alan Rickman. He has more hair, and he's sexier.
Source: http://www.fametracker.com/2_stars_1_slot/rickman_pryce.php
The sexy list: http://filmreviews7.wordpress.com/2009/05/24/100-sexiest-actors-100-91/
I don't completely agree with the conclusion. Yes, I suppose Alan is more sexy/attractive, but Jonathan can be utterly adorable. Just check him out in Carrington. He plays the gay writer Lytton Strachey. Wonderful character, and Jonathan makes him completely adorable and lovable.
Alan Rickman vs. Jonathan Pryce
Battle of the Silken-voiced Scoundrels
Why are the most compelling film villains British? From Grand Moff Tarkin to Hannibal Lecter to Scar the cartoon lion, the memorable villains are the ones whose elegantly modulated voices and slightly effete mannerisms disguise their true purpose: Eeeeevil. Of course, now the evil British dandy is such a stock film character that the elegant voices and effete tics are more likely to amplify the eeeeevil than they are to mask it.
Now that Jeremy Irons has left the Die Hard With a Vengeances and Dead Ringerses of his career behind him in favour of concentrating on roles that require him to play repressed men who hook up, somehow, with transgendered Chinese opera stars, Jonathan Pryce and Alan Rickman are left to duke it out between themselves for the title of Designated Urbane-yet-Physically-Unintimidating Criminal Mastermind.
Yeah, that would scare you, wouldn't it?
Pryce can sing, which has meant he's played smarmy bastards in recent operettas like Miss Saigon and Evita. Though no one saw it, he played an eeeeevil Vatican operative in Stigmata. He's also been tapped for that most prestigious of villain roles: Bond Antagonist. Rickman, for his part...well, yes, Rickman's character in Die Hard -- his most striking villainous turn (and arguably among the greatest villains in contemporary film) was German. But he's still British, and uses the accent through most of the film. You think of him as British even though he's called Hans Gruber. You know you do. He also played the eponymous Rasputin, and the svengali Lukas Hart III in Bob Roberts.
All of the above roles should have a few attributes in common: Smooth. Suave. Annoyingly sexy. And here's where the combatants pull away from each other. With his bug-eyes and Brazil cred, Jonathan Pryce has a certain geek appeal, but those few who did see Stigmata didn't come out of it raving about the magnetic pull of Cardinal Houseman; they were jonesing for Gabriel Byrne. When Alan Rickman shows up, even as the embodiment of eeeeevil, he still maintains all of the charm and charisma that were on display in Truly, Madly, Deeply and Sense and Sensibility. Bad teeth and all, he's the mack.
Advantage: Alan Rickman. He has more hair, and he's sexier.
Source: http://www.fametracker.com/2_stars_1_slot/rickman_pryce.php
The sexy list: http://filmreviews7.wordpress.com/2009/05/24/100-sexiest-actors-100-91/
I don't completely agree with the conclusion. Yes, I suppose Alan is more sexy/attractive, but Jonathan can be utterly adorable. Just check him out in Carrington. He plays the gay writer Lytton Strachey. Wonderful character, and Jonathan makes him completely adorable and lovable.
Men & Boys
From the moment 'Go', the very first time I saw him appear on screen, I knew I loved his work, a lot. It must have been one of his funnier roles in probably the Adventures of Baron Munchhausen film, as The Right Ordinary Horatio Jackson. He was bombastically funny. He made me laugh. The second time I watched him and where it was firmly confirmed he actually is a wonderful and funny actor, was in Brazil. Ever since I kept my eyes open to catch him whenever I was able. Watching loads of Terry Gilliam films helps a great deal. Jonathan was once again great in the Brothers Grimm and in Pirates of the Caribean (PotC is not a Terry Gilliam, mind you).
I don't know why (or why not) I searched YouTube to find more Jonathan. I did one evening and found he did some huge musical productions (besides Evita). I was blown away by his performance as the Engineer in Miss Saigon. Like I always sort of knew he is funny, I also sort of knew he can sing. He can sing all right. He well deserved the awards he got for his role as the Engineer.
Having this said it seems weird I always considered Jonathan Pryce a very serious actor who does drama and serious plays. It is true; he did loads of heavy serious plays, but that is not how I got to know about him. And even though I always knew he is funny and he can sing, to find both of those skills in Jonathan has always blown me away. And still does. My latest crush is his portrayal of Lytton Strachey in Carrington; he's delightfully freaky and outspoken, but very lovable (or is that my love for Jonathan speaking?).
How different things are with Alan Rickman for me. I always knew I liked his work and I always sort of knew he's funny, even though I always considered him a serious actor who does drama and serious plays. I know that sounds the same as what I said about Jonathan, but it's not. There's one big difference; I was paying close attention to Jonathan while I kept forgetting Alan's name. Blasphemy, I know. Well, not really. Well, okay a little. It's not that I discredited, or didn't notice Mr. Rickman's more than fine work, it's just that somehow he always seemed to 'fly under the radar' more than Jonathan. That's absolutely the weirdest thing to say since Rickman seems to be more known than Jonathan Pryce. It's just that my love for Jonathan was instant where my love for Alan only simmered for a long time.
You can very much compare it to my love for the two JM's (that love is running deeper than I ever thought it possible; a very affectionate laugh just escaped me). I saw John Mayer first and knew I would love him (weird thing to say about a famous person). I admire his style. I love his music. I love his passion. Through John I got to know about Jason Mraz. My love for him didn't quite take off from the moment I first set eyes on him. Actually, the first glimpse made me run away for a few months. Eventually, I fell. Now I'm very much in love with him (even weirder thing to say about a celeb). Still, I regard John as my obvious love for his artistic abilities, like I regard Jonathan as my obvious love for his artistic abilities. I don't appreciate Alan's and Jason's work less, oh God no! It's just a different approach. Like an explosion contrary to a home fire. It burns harder at times and wams me faster, but after a while the intensity decreases. Jonathan and John are there to keep me warm. Alan and Jason are there to heat me up.
Bah, I made that sound more sexual than I intended to.
I don't know why (or why not) I searched YouTube to find more Jonathan. I did one evening and found he did some huge musical productions (besides Evita). I was blown away by his performance as the Engineer in Miss Saigon. Like I always sort of knew he is funny, I also sort of knew he can sing. He can sing all right. He well deserved the awards he got for his role as the Engineer.
Having this said it seems weird I always considered Jonathan Pryce a very serious actor who does drama and serious plays. It is true; he did loads of heavy serious plays, but that is not how I got to know about him. And even though I always knew he is funny and he can sing, to find both of those skills in Jonathan has always blown me away. And still does. My latest crush is his portrayal of Lytton Strachey in Carrington; he's delightfully freaky and outspoken, but very lovable (or is that my love for Jonathan speaking?).
How different things are with Alan Rickman for me. I always knew I liked his work and I always sort of knew he's funny, even though I always considered him a serious actor who does drama and serious plays. I know that sounds the same as what I said about Jonathan, but it's not. There's one big difference; I was paying close attention to Jonathan while I kept forgetting Alan's name. Blasphemy, I know. Well, not really. Well, okay a little. It's not that I discredited, or didn't notice Mr. Rickman's more than fine work, it's just that somehow he always seemed to 'fly under the radar' more than Jonathan. That's absolutely the weirdest thing to say since Rickman seems to be more known than Jonathan Pryce. It's just that my love for Jonathan was instant where my love for Alan only simmered for a long time.
You can very much compare it to my love for the two JM's (that love is running deeper than I ever thought it possible; a very affectionate laugh just escaped me). I saw John Mayer first and knew I would love him (weird thing to say about a famous person). I admire his style. I love his music. I love his passion. Through John I got to know about Jason Mraz. My love for him didn't quite take off from the moment I first set eyes on him. Actually, the first glimpse made me run away for a few months. Eventually, I fell. Now I'm very much in love with him (even weirder thing to say about a celeb). Still, I regard John as my obvious love for his artistic abilities, like I regard Jonathan as my obvious love for his artistic abilities. I don't appreciate Alan's and Jason's work less, oh God no! It's just a different approach. Like an explosion contrary to a home fire. It burns harder at times and wams me faster, but after a while the intensity decreases. Jonathan and John are there to keep me warm. Alan and Jason are there to heat me up.
Bah, I made that sound more sexual than I intended to.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
If Eels Could Fly
Attempts to order my thoughts have not been successful. I’ve been juggling my thoughts, dreams and ideas for several months now.
I made a promise to think and blog about ‘Happiness’. I started a new obsession for ‘Alan Rickman’. I started a new little personal project concerning commercializing ‘Forums’. I’ve been modelling my dreams combining all above mentioned. Even my dreams are not structured at this point. It feels like throwing balls in choice directions and seeing where they’ll land without avoiding breaking windows. I might have broken a few, but the neighbours stayed inside. Maybe later there is hell to pay.
I have not been successful in structuring my thoughts, ideas and dreams, but I have been trying to live my life according.
I will approach everything in a positive way refusing to let anything make me unhappy. If I want to be happy I’m the one having to do the job or accepting the situation.
Every day I read forums and check their layout and readability. Ideas come up automatically and if I don’t forget I will write them down in my business proposal.
I am trying to structure my dreams, but like always I let them flow. Sometimes I’m close and I know what I’m longing for. Sometimes it’s completely ridiculous and going nowhere. Then again, dreaming about being in love with a man my mom’s age is a weird and awkward thing to do. I’m strung up nonetheless.
It all has to do with getting there. All three corner stones. Getting where I am comfortable for the next step, the next stage of fight. Like always. New ideals, new insights, adjusted opinion. There we go again.
Here’s the thing about Happiness:
Happiness is for a part a choice. I made a promise to myself to be happy, no matter what. There are always things in life worth experiencing, meeting, doing, living. Instead of dwell upon the bad things, I choose to seek the light; the things that make me feel good about me, about my surroundings and about the situations I’m finding myself in. It’s not time consuming, it’s only a fraction of a second to remind me. It’s my surviving mechanism; without I will dwell upon all that’s bad and I won’t move, I won’t leave my bed and I will die easy. It’s not worth it, it really isn’t. So I seek for the light and I move from light to light. Whenever it’s dark I will look forward and see what I can do to get there. If the money is not there, your loved ones are. If your loved ones are leaving you for heaven, your memories are there. If your memories are bad, there is always hope for a better life in the future. But you’re going to have to let it. If only you really want to, you can be happy no matter what and it won’t take you a second.
I can’t think of a better way to explain why I think it’s not true Happiness is a luxury. Though it does require a certain of understanding, or an epiphany.
I made a promise to think and blog about ‘Happiness’. I started a new obsession for ‘Alan Rickman’. I started a new little personal project concerning commercializing ‘Forums’. I’ve been modelling my dreams combining all above mentioned. Even my dreams are not structured at this point. It feels like throwing balls in choice directions and seeing where they’ll land without avoiding breaking windows. I might have broken a few, but the neighbours stayed inside. Maybe later there is hell to pay.
I have not been successful in structuring my thoughts, ideas and dreams, but I have been trying to live my life according.
I will approach everything in a positive way refusing to let anything make me unhappy. If I want to be happy I’m the one having to do the job or accepting the situation.
Every day I read forums and check their layout and readability. Ideas come up automatically and if I don’t forget I will write them down in my business proposal.
I am trying to structure my dreams, but like always I let them flow. Sometimes I’m close and I know what I’m longing for. Sometimes it’s completely ridiculous and going nowhere. Then again, dreaming about being in love with a man my mom’s age is a weird and awkward thing to do. I’m strung up nonetheless.
It all has to do with getting there. All three corner stones. Getting where I am comfortable for the next step, the next stage of fight. Like always. New ideals, new insights, adjusted opinion. There we go again.
Here’s the thing about Happiness:
Happiness is for a part a choice. I made a promise to myself to be happy, no matter what. There are always things in life worth experiencing, meeting, doing, living. Instead of dwell upon the bad things, I choose to seek the light; the things that make me feel good about me, about my surroundings and about the situations I’m finding myself in. It’s not time consuming, it’s only a fraction of a second to remind me. It’s my surviving mechanism; without I will dwell upon all that’s bad and I won’t move, I won’t leave my bed and I will die easy. It’s not worth it, it really isn’t. So I seek for the light and I move from light to light. Whenever it’s dark I will look forward and see what I can do to get there. If the money is not there, your loved ones are. If your loved ones are leaving you for heaven, your memories are there. If your memories are bad, there is always hope for a better life in the future. But you’re going to have to let it. If only you really want to, you can be happy no matter what and it won’t take you a second.
I can’t think of a better way to explain why I think it’s not true Happiness is a luxury. Though it does require a certain of understanding, or an epiphany.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
a Day in the Life of...
“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!”
I’ll describe one day at work today. Just to show you what I’m really up to at the moment, which is not really that much. I’ll go into thoughts and feelings, because these are very well connected at the moment, this period of my life. It’s not always a treat.
I rolled around in my bed with brief interludes of turning off the buzzer for 9 more minutes since 6.30 this morning. Only now (9.30am) I realize how 6.30am really is way too early. I got up at 7.00am because I got so cold and uncomfortable getting up and returning to bed. Not a pleasant feat.
I proceeded to do my morning ritual; toilet (I forgot I had a bucket with water ready for flushing. Damn!), washing hair, drying hair, cream lotioning hair, drying hair again. Fortunately my clothes were already laid out for wear I only had to find matching socks. Not a big challenge. I trust my hair is in the right form as it is. I left the house at 7.30am.
I arrived in the office to surprise of colleagues at 8.30am. I was a little annoyed by it, since I don’t hold a certain scheme. Arrival times vary from 8.00am to 10.30am. It really does make me wonder: “Am I as much as being seen?” I’d guess not.
I started off with cleaning up my mail since that was the planned activity according to my agenda, and it was about time concerning the many ‘Your mailbox is full’ messages. It brought my attention back to the evaluation form I have to fill out. To be honest I really don’t know what to fill in since my situation at work at the moment is a little weird and shaky. I think way too often these days: “I don’t want to be here”. Not a good thing.
I attempted to fill in the form, but I keep returning to the Alan Rickman articles and interviews on the AR-forum. I have to be careful not to laugh too loud and smile too hard; I have no desire to get caught. Though, my new interest made me realize that I’ve been thinking of directing a film a lot since a few years. I have no idea where that came from; it seems it suddenly became my dream. It scares me, because if there’s one area of expertise I know nothing of, it’s directing a film. I even have no clue whatever happens on a film set. So far, the weirdest dream I’ve ever had.
Toilet break at 9.50am. After taking a look in the mirror it’s confirmed my hair doesn’t look the way I imagined it. Oh, such fantasies.
Also the initial thought dancing in my head has flown. It seemed rather important, but apparently I was mistaken.
There was one interview in which the female interviewer listed a few character traits of AR. I figured it didn’t please me since it seemed correct; it rather pleased me, because it seems that is who I want him to be.
“His best movie? Sense and Sensibility, playing the romantic lead. He's 60 now and you worry that the movies looked this gift horse in the mouth somewhat. But I love him. We all love Alan Rickman – the Mongolian eyes, the literate face, the gun-dog smile, which he peels back to reveal teeth which actually glint. And quite honestly, I am so faint with desire picturing him now that I can hardly type this.
So imagine my reaction when, a couple of days after the talk, I received an apologetic message on my answering machine (he was filming Harry Potter and couldn't get away) from the cobra leopard gun-dog himself that began, ''Of course I remember you, silly…'”
Not so sure I was accurate there.
Some minutes have passed. I read some more articles, but let people around me distract me. We had a short conversation about groups of people and that tied up to sexuality and preferences in sex (male/female) in lovers and friends. The conversation was very unstructured and silly, I can’t even recall what the main conclusion was if there was one.
The AR-interviews and articles should give me a better feel of who Alan Rickman is. So far I labelled him ‘Sweet man’, nothing else came to the mind yet. He seems smart, but not smarter than most people I choose to interest in or be around with. He is press smart; he knows how to play the press without losing himself or giving himself away. That’s only a trait of the profession which I think any public artist should have. Jason Mraz has it too; very press smart. Even though I do appreciate that, it’s not just that what I’m looking for to call someone smart. Introvert people can be very smart too, or people who are not always as press smart as you would like them to be; example John Mayer, hence the song My Stupid Mouth. Actually, I always thought John Mayer to be smarter than Jason Mraz. So....
Back to Alan Rickman.
What I tend to do when something said by someone about one of my favourite artists excites me is burst into flames, spitting out irritation, lock my computer and go to the toilet, even when I really don’t need to go.
“I only played that bad-guy role two times,” insists the actor, who won a BAFTA for Robin Hood, “but they keep coming back at me.” The first time, of course, was when he appeared as Hans Gruber, the leader of the armed terrorist gang who hijack Bruce Willis’s Christmas in the original Die Hard, finally being thrown out of the window but getting his foot firmly in the Hollywood door in the process. Then there was the Sheriff. And Rasputin in the TV miniseries. Come to think of it, he wasn’t exactly Mr Nice Guy in Love Actually, once more spoiling Christmas, this time for lovely Emma Thompson. And what about that Severus Snape..?
I did my routine and I just returned to type down my calmed down reaction: Hans Gruber is now what, 22 years ago? The Sherriff is now 19 years ago. Rasputin was not a bad guy persé; the experts are not quite done with that subject. Harry (that was his name, right?) from Love Actually was not really a bad guy; he was an average guy making a ‘classic’ mistake. And Severus Snape is not really a bad guy either, but that would be a spoiler so I take that back.
I did say on the AR-forum (for the sake of telling it all apart) I thought AR is smart, but I didn’t find any evidence yet to the fact he is as smart as a lot of people seemingly want me to believe. Or maybe I interpreted it wrong. All doubts, if they exist, aside, it’s true I really don’t want to become the subject of Mr. Rickman’s hunt. Eeeek! Though on the other hand, I would fight bravely (or is that stupidly? I suppose it could go either way).
Is it weird that when someone says ‘Jamie from TMD’ or ‘Colonel Brandon from S&S’ that I get a funny feeling in my tummy and that I make the appropriate sounds of a teenager with a crush?
So I finally did some work (it annoyed me, but nevertheless). I had some talks with the ICT maintenance boys, very nice. I just found out a year’s work had been in vain. Nice! So I think I will retreat to read some more AR-interviews/articles.
Now, shall I fill the last remaining 15 minutes to 6pm?
Another thought that crossed my mind a few times now. I watched quite a few AR-interviews and press conferences on YouTube. Ask him about the villain roles and you’ll get a face of frustration(?)/irritation(?) and a well mannered negative reply that he doesn’t play villains, but very interesting people and that he doesn’t judge his characters that way.
Now the thought: I increasingly believing he needs to get over himself and stop defending it. There’s nothing to defend; he did a great job at playing villains. People’s minds are just that small and it never was his fault and he’s not going to change perceptions on it. So, please just say ‘Thank you’ and move on, try to redirect their attention to other roles, newer projects, etc.
I watched Snow Cake again. I love that film for sentimental reasons, obviously. Whatever I feel, think and experience when I watch that film I can't really describe, because it's so personal. It means a big deal to me.
Lately, since a few days, I've been enjoying blowing (soap) bubbles. I can blow many average bubbles or one huge bubble. :D
I’ll describe one day at work today. Just to show you what I’m really up to at the moment, which is not really that much. I’ll go into thoughts and feelings, because these are very well connected at the moment, this period of my life. It’s not always a treat.
I rolled around in my bed with brief interludes of turning off the buzzer for 9 more minutes since 6.30 this morning. Only now (9.30am) I realize how 6.30am really is way too early. I got up at 7.00am because I got so cold and uncomfortable getting up and returning to bed. Not a pleasant feat.
I proceeded to do my morning ritual; toilet (I forgot I had a bucket with water ready for flushing. Damn!), washing hair, drying hair, cream lotioning hair, drying hair again. Fortunately my clothes were already laid out for wear I only had to find matching socks. Not a big challenge. I trust my hair is in the right form as it is. I left the house at 7.30am.
I arrived in the office to surprise of colleagues at 8.30am. I was a little annoyed by it, since I don’t hold a certain scheme. Arrival times vary from 8.00am to 10.30am. It really does make me wonder: “Am I as much as being seen?” I’d guess not.
I started off with cleaning up my mail since that was the planned activity according to my agenda, and it was about time concerning the many ‘Your mailbox is full’ messages. It brought my attention back to the evaluation form I have to fill out. To be honest I really don’t know what to fill in since my situation at work at the moment is a little weird and shaky. I think way too often these days: “I don’t want to be here”. Not a good thing.
I attempted to fill in the form, but I keep returning to the Alan Rickman articles and interviews on the AR-forum. I have to be careful not to laugh too loud and smile too hard; I have no desire to get caught. Though, my new interest made me realize that I’ve been thinking of directing a film a lot since a few years. I have no idea where that came from; it seems it suddenly became my dream. It scares me, because if there’s one area of expertise I know nothing of, it’s directing a film. I even have no clue whatever happens on a film set. So far, the weirdest dream I’ve ever had.
Toilet break at 9.50am. After taking a look in the mirror it’s confirmed my hair doesn’t look the way I imagined it. Oh, such fantasies.
Also the initial thought dancing in my head has flown. It seemed rather important, but apparently I was mistaken.
There was one interview in which the female interviewer listed a few character traits of AR. I figured it didn’t please me since it seemed correct; it rather pleased me, because it seems that is who I want him to be.
“His best movie? Sense and Sensibility, playing the romantic lead. He's 60 now and you worry that the movies looked this gift horse in the mouth somewhat. But I love him. We all love Alan Rickman – the Mongolian eyes, the literate face, the gun-dog smile, which he peels back to reveal teeth which actually glint. And quite honestly, I am so faint with desire picturing him now that I can hardly type this.
So imagine my reaction when, a couple of days after the talk, I received an apologetic message on my answering machine (he was filming Harry Potter and couldn't get away) from the cobra leopard gun-dog himself that began, ''Of course I remember you, silly…'”
Not so sure I was accurate there.
Some minutes have passed. I read some more articles, but let people around me distract me. We had a short conversation about groups of people and that tied up to sexuality and preferences in sex (male/female) in lovers and friends. The conversation was very unstructured and silly, I can’t even recall what the main conclusion was if there was one.
The AR-interviews and articles should give me a better feel of who Alan Rickman is. So far I labelled him ‘Sweet man’, nothing else came to the mind yet. He seems smart, but not smarter than most people I choose to interest in or be around with. He is press smart; he knows how to play the press without losing himself or giving himself away. That’s only a trait of the profession which I think any public artist should have. Jason Mraz has it too; very press smart. Even though I do appreciate that, it’s not just that what I’m looking for to call someone smart. Introvert people can be very smart too, or people who are not always as press smart as you would like them to be; example John Mayer, hence the song My Stupid Mouth. Actually, I always thought John Mayer to be smarter than Jason Mraz. So....
Back to Alan Rickman.
What I tend to do when something said by someone about one of my favourite artists excites me is burst into flames, spitting out irritation, lock my computer and go to the toilet, even when I really don’t need to go.
“I only played that bad-guy role two times,” insists the actor, who won a BAFTA for Robin Hood, “but they keep coming back at me.” The first time, of course, was when he appeared as Hans Gruber, the leader of the armed terrorist gang who hijack Bruce Willis’s Christmas in the original Die Hard, finally being thrown out of the window but getting his foot firmly in the Hollywood door in the process. Then there was the Sheriff. And Rasputin in the TV miniseries. Come to think of it, he wasn’t exactly Mr Nice Guy in Love Actually, once more spoiling Christmas, this time for lovely Emma Thompson. And what about that Severus Snape..?
I did my routine and I just returned to type down my calmed down reaction: Hans Gruber is now what, 22 years ago? The Sherriff is now 19 years ago. Rasputin was not a bad guy persé; the experts are not quite done with that subject. Harry (that was his name, right?) from Love Actually was not really a bad guy; he was an average guy making a ‘classic’ mistake. And Severus Snape is not really a bad guy either, but that would be a spoiler so I take that back.
I did say on the AR-forum (for the sake of telling it all apart) I thought AR is smart, but I didn’t find any evidence yet to the fact he is as smart as a lot of people seemingly want me to believe. Or maybe I interpreted it wrong. All doubts, if they exist, aside, it’s true I really don’t want to become the subject of Mr. Rickman’s hunt. Eeeek! Though on the other hand, I would fight bravely (or is that stupidly? I suppose it could go either way).
Is it weird that when someone says ‘Jamie from TMD’ or ‘Colonel Brandon from S&S’ that I get a funny feeling in my tummy and that I make the appropriate sounds of a teenager with a crush?
So I finally did some work (it annoyed me, but nevertheless). I had some talks with the ICT maintenance boys, very nice. I just found out a year’s work had been in vain. Nice! So I think I will retreat to read some more AR-interviews/articles.
Now, shall I fill the last remaining 15 minutes to 6pm?
Another thought that crossed my mind a few times now. I watched quite a few AR-interviews and press conferences on YouTube. Ask him about the villain roles and you’ll get a face of frustration(?)/irritation(?) and a well mannered negative reply that he doesn’t play villains, but very interesting people and that he doesn’t judge his characters that way.
Now the thought: I increasingly believing he needs to get over himself and stop defending it. There’s nothing to defend; he did a great job at playing villains. People’s minds are just that small and it never was his fault and he’s not going to change perceptions on it. So, please just say ‘Thank you’ and move on, try to redirect their attention to other roles, newer projects, etc.
I watched Snow Cake again. I love that film for sentimental reasons, obviously. Whatever I feel, think and experience when I watch that film I can't really describe, because it's so personal. It means a big deal to me.
Lately, since a few days, I've been enjoying blowing (soap) bubbles. I can blow many average bubbles or one huge bubble. :D
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