I watched Master and Commander with a couple of friends last night.

Why has nobody told me Bryan Dick and David Threlfall are in it?! The way people talk about it, I've always thought Russell Crowe and Paul Bettany were the only two people in this film. But far from it! Everybody is in it. Sadly, I couldn't share my joy at recognising the faces with anyone, because I watched it with people who know nothing about British actors. I missed N.; watching films with N. is fabulous and usually goes something like this:

N: "Oh, look, it's that bloke, I always forget his name... the fake Mr. Darcy."
Donna: "Oh, yeah... he's married to that woman I don't like."*

N: "Hold on, didn't that one play a priest once?"
Donna: "Not quite. That's the evil brother from Tom Jones!"**

N: "That's Lydia Bennet's dad from Cranford!"
Donna: "And the Jew whom Georgianna wouldn't marry."***

We would have had a ball with Master and Commander. Especially since N. has watched Shameless recently, and David Threlfall (Killick) was my favourite.

*Matthew Macfadyen
**James D'arcy
***Jim Carter
I watched Voyage of the Dawn Treader last night.

Where is the good Edmund/Caspian slash?

They even helped each other into their armours ♥
[livejournal.com profile] shocolate! I'm sure you know this one already, but it's a dead cert to happy you again and again, whenever you see it (it certainly happies me), so have a Surprise!Richard III:

And for everyone else: Check out this super-sexy Glam!Dick Turpin. A ruthless killer's heart indeed:

I'm warming to David Mitchell, some of you might be happy to learn. I've always liked him on QI and HIGNFY, but I can't stomach Would I Lie To You or Mock The Week, and I've always suspected that I wouldn't actually like David Mitchell were I to meet him in person. He too much gives off the vibe (or cultivates the persona) of that really annoying guy* who spouts smart, witty, acerbic and highly entertaining things in a very loud voice with no regard for anyone else and exhibits no people skills whatsoever in his interactions with others. Entertaining enough in small doses, but unbearable in large ones.

But then, quite by accident, I watched four seasons of That Mitchell and Webb Look and decided that I might like David Mitchell after all. Still not keen on Robert Webb, though.

And last night, I watched The Bubble, and found him quite charming, really. So perhaps there's still hope.

I still dislike the staged rants (Soap Box). I feel his strength is thinking on his feet and coming up with witty rebukes and - as Stephen Fry put it - "slightly worried logic" on the spot. When the whole point of a programme is to write the rants in advance - even if he does the writing himself - it kills off all of that charming spontaneity.

*In other words: a born critic


Nov. 29th, 2010 01:14 pm
So, Misfits 2.03.

I bet Iwan Rheon loved it.

Simon is a brilliant role, and I'm sure he enjoys playing the character very much, but he was probably dying to prove that he's got an, ah, broader range and can do, um, one or two things other than weirdness and creepiness.

(I was slightly worried I might be inappropriate. But then I looked up Iwan's age, and he's 25, and the last bloke who hit on me in RL was 25 - so all is well. Iwan's well within my target age bracket.)
So, I forgave Joseph Gordon-Levitt for his unfortunate resemblance to my cousin and decided to renew my acquaintance with him by rewatching some of his older films. He had helped me to sit through the 50+ hours of Inception, after all.

Plus, there's that:

Over the years, I had seen Joseph Gordon-Levitt in: Brick, The Lookout and 500 Days of Summer. I have now added Mysterious Skin to the list. I have always vaguely liked him (well, he is dark-haired, dark-eyed and skinny, that's always a plus in my books), and I now realised that I might have liked him, because he is very good at being disturbed, intense, desperate and confused without crying. In all the above films, he plays characters who suffer from some major trauma or other, and he hardly ever conveys emotions by crying. He does it by acting. He's very good at freezing his expression so that you just know when realisation and/or pain hit him. And I really, really appreciate that, because I have been getting sick of all those men crying all the time to show that they hurt. - Yes, I'm looking at you, John Simm. David Tennant, delightful as he is, overuses the crying, too. I realise this is the new millennium and men are allowed and positively encouraged to be emotional, but really. There is nothing wrong with some self-control.

Of course, this is probably me being misandrous and emotionally stunted (which I wouldn't quite rule out), but there you go. As a member of the crying-encouraging society, I feel like Rachel Green must have felt in that Friends episode where she dates Bruce Willis and encourages him to show emotions and share his pain, and then he just won't stop whining and weeping.
Last night, I dreamt that Joseph Gordon-Levitt, who, as it turned out, lives just across the road, asked me out (as he damn well should!). I had flirted with him by drawing hearts on the frosted windowpanes, and he couldn't resist.

My subconscious is so crafty.

ETA: Aaand I'm off Joseph G-L again, because all the time I've had the nagging feeling that he looks like someone I know in RL. And then I narrowed it down to "someone I'm related to". And then I watched this interview:

...and with the short-cropped hair, dear Joe looks like my cousin, only in dark, whereas my cousin is blond and blue-eyed.

So that was that. It was nice while it lasted, Joe!
I should be writing my HP Beholder fic, but the muses aren’t cooperating (someone poke me with a pointy stick), and so I decided to make a picspam instead that is most relevant to my interests.

So. This picspam is brought to you by the fact that I watched Being Human last week and then checked out Desperate Romantics and, despite not being sold on either, I am so sold on Aidan Turner. He is much better than the shows he appears in. (A trait that he shares with Richard Armitage, who has the most lamentable taste in scripts. Oh, the crap I’ve waded through to catch a glimpse of teh Armitage’s bare abs!) But he is young and there’s still hope.

Moreover, [livejournal.com profile] suzanne_taylor and I reminisced about our television viewing habits in the 1980s/1990s, and the name “Remington Steele” might just have been mentioned. Come to think of it, the mentioning might have been done by me.

Anyway. There is a strong theme there that is worth being illustrated: throughout the ages, I have always shown a strong preference for tall, dark-haired, skinny men (and women, too), and this is what this picspam is all about.

Let’s start with Remington Steele.

Remington Steele )

Agent Cooper )

Would you believe that I’ve never seen Twin Peaks? When it was running back then, in the 90s, I didn’t realise until the third or fourth week that it was worth watching, and then it was too late to join in, because I had missed the beginning. I wanted to watch it entirely unspoiled, starting with the first episode. I’ve had it on DVD for ages now, but, somehow, other, ah, interests always get in the way.

Lara Flynn Boyle )

Linda Fiorentino )

Michelle Gomez )

Johnny Depp )

Keanu Reeves )

Okay, fast-forward a decade or so. Suddenly, there was David Tennant.

David Tennant )

Then there’s Richard Armitage. I’m very conflicted.

Richard Armitage )

Let’s talk about Jane Austen for a moment here. Her heroes don’t really do it for me, but her villains do. And I can’t forgive the BBC for the horrible casting of Mr Wickham in the otherwise excellent miniseries.

Tom Riley )

Ben Barnes )

Rick Mora )

And finally, the man who inspired this whole post.

Aidan Turner )

Next time, I might talk about my love for red hair and freckles. Pictorial evidence including Ewan McGregor and Julianne Moore.
A few weeks ago, I have started watching QI (because I got my hands on the pilot episode with Eddie Izzard, and I like Eddie Izzard), and it kinda snowballed. Now I'm through with the complete series 1-5 and watching series 6, and have branched out towards Have I Got News For You. I wonder: What do you think of any of the QI and HIGNFY participants? Alan Davies? Bill Bailey? Jo Brand? Dara O'Briain? Rob Brydon? Ian Hislop? Paul Merton's wit? The Angus Deayton scandal? David Mitchell? Andy Hamilton? Sean Lock? Jeremy Clarkson?

I went looking for, ah, in-depth information on both shows and the more regular participants, but so far, all that I could ascertain has been that Stephen Fry and Alan Davies are Totally Doing It, as are Ian Hislop and Paul Merton. And whilst I'm not entirely opposed to this idea, I'm more interested in casual chat, personal opinions (Alan Davies' hair - yes or no?), warnings ("Whatever you do, stay away from all Jimmy Carr material; he's fine on QI, but he's horrible in anything else."), recommendations and squeeing.

(Personally, I have become rather taken with Andy Hamilton - not in a crush way, I hasten to add. And went from finding Alan Davies an annoying twerp to "Hey, he's actually quite witty and squishable!")
Seeing as a big part of my data (shows! films!) might be lost, I need something to cheer self up. Fortunately, I made some caps before my disk died, which I can now use to discuss a deeply disturbing fetish:

Anyone who's followed this LJ for a little while might have noticed that I use it primary to talk about my crushes on fictional characters. And apparently, in many instances what gets me crushing is period clothing. - Give the man a cravat and boots, and I'm his.

Case in point )
My last post was in September! How did that happen?

Happy New Year, dear f-list! I've been lurking around here lately once again and if I commented on some long-forgotten post of any of you, that's because I was skipping=thousands and losing track of how far back I went.

So, what have I been up to?

Mainly, I've fallen in love with Philip Glenister at last (but he's had it coming) and been catching up on his work. I fell in love with him over "Cranford" and, dare I say it, Mr. Carter is by no means a less worthy candidate for my eternal* devotion than Mr. Darcy was. Even more worthy. - Jane Austen's never sold me on the Mr. Darcy character, even though Colin Firth did.

As a result, I have watched "Cranford" over and over again**, have rewatched "State of Play"*** and have started watching "Vanity Fair" (the BBC mini series with Philip Glenister). So: Becky Sharp - how great is she? I love that woman. I read somewhere that the script didn't smooth out the character's edges in the BBC production as they did for the Reese Witherspoon film, and I am baffled: what is there to smooth? Seriously, I vaguely realise that I'm supposed to find Becky's conduct somewhat reprehensible and her character questionable, but so far, apart from the fact that she wants to benefit from her acquaintance with rich people and seeks them out purposefully - just like just about everyone else in the story does - there's nothing about her that I find in the least questionable. And, though this might be due to Natasha Little's performance, I don't find her overly flirty, either. More sort of naturally sparkly and witty. - Quite unlike the horribly, painfully dull Amelia. Were they going for shy and quiet? Because what happened is that she's stupid and dull. And even the marvellous Philip Glenister, despite being my love of the hour, can't save Capt. Dobbin from being a painful bore, too.
The heading of this post, BTW, is inspired by the "Vanity Fair" Captains, whose interjections of "Damn it!" make me quite tingly inside.

*as in: two-three months
**the good bits
***the good bits

Anyway. Philip Glenister. What I actually wanted to say was that I was checking out [livejournal.com profile] lifein1973, came across a challenge I couldn't resist, and so I actually wrote something.

It's The Life On Mars Cracked out Crossover Challenge, and the prompt that tickled my fancy was:

Eats, Shoots and Leaves: Sam is actually stuck in a comma.

This in itself is fucking brilliant. And I came up with the following:

Don't worry, despite appearances, this is NOT an emo poem )

That was both more and less difficult than one should think. After I decided to give it a try and started writing, I realised that it went quite well. The tricky bit, obviously, was the middle where I had to make both parts fit - I fiddled with it for ages. At some point I gave up in despair and tried a different approach, this time with plot, which wasn't easier at all. But there is a plot. Two plots even:

Read more... )

I wish I could get back into the swing of creative writing. But every time I write something, I feel it's so inadequate that I give up. In despair. Woe!

Teh Pretty

Jan. 9th, 2007 08:21 pm
Top 10 Celebrity Crush Meme (Gacked from [livejournal.com profile] badonkatonks)

[1] - List your top 10 celebrity crushes.
[2] - Put all of them IN ORDER of your lust for them. (10 to 1, 1 being my number one fixation)
[3] - Say which movie/show/thing it was that hooked you.
[4] - Supply photos for said people.
[5] - Tag five people!

My celebrity crushes come and go, what with me being volatile like a hormonal teenager, but I managed to settle on ten in the end. And as I couldn't make my mind up as to which pictures to use, I decided to go for the NakedWetSlutty ones. Just because. )

This took for-bloody-ever. I'm not bothered about tagging anyone, but if you like to share your obsessions, by all means, please do!
So, I've been fandom-hopping lately, never staying long enough to get involved with a new fandom and only checking them out superficially. And so I don't have much to say with profound fannish contents and instead I've made some screencaps. They are brought to you by a realisation that had dawned after I've been watching Life on Mars. A trend has been developing that is as unexpected as it is alarming: I realised that I found Gene Hunt quite irresistible. - An, to use Sam's famous quote, "overweight, over-the-hill, nicotine-stained, borderline alcoholic homophobe with a superiority complex and an unhealthy obsession with male bonding" - and that despite the fact that I've always thought I like the skinny, fragile artsy types. And then I realised that it had happened before, when I was watching Blackpool, where the sleazy, sexist homophobe Ripley Holden quite managed to charm me. It wasn't much of a stretch to draw the parallels, and to illustrate my point, I've made screencaps of the relevant scenes. The post is quite picture-heavy (30+), but it's got some nakedness and chest-touching as redeeming features.

Meet the crime-citizen interface consultants )
Anyone listened to the "Tooth and Claw" commentary? David Tennant cracked me up:

(*paraphrases, as too lazy to find it again*)

DT: So when we were filming, the werewolf obviously wasn't there. There was this guy, Josh, standing in, in a skin-tight suit and with a stick on his head with a blue ball attached to it. That was our eye line, the ball. And Josh was wearing a skin-tight outfit - and I mean skin-tight - and he was - not to go too much into detail, um, he was intimidating all the men on set. He was... he was... a big boy.

*long pause*

DT: Did I say too much? Can we go back and... *voices, laughter*

Aw, David. It could be a rolled-up stocking, you know. You've done that.
I finally watched Doctor Who: The Christmas Invasion and would like to say something insightful, but I can't think of anything. I can think of a couple of shallow things to say, though:

What did they kill the hot Major Blake for? I mean, how pretty was he? He should have stuck around to be the contact person for Torchwood and flirt with Captain Jack as soon as the project kicks off. Bad RTD.

David Tennant. It's such a shame. I could really love him madly, and he just so happens to be pretty much my type, what with the dark eyes and pointy cheekbones and the healthy skinniness (I bet he's got delightful collarbones), and I really like the hair and the mouth - but his propensity to emphasise the mania by raising his eyebrows and opening his eyes wide grates on my nerves. Act more with your mouth, David.
As I'm sure many of you don't know (because I don't really talk about it), RPS is a dirty, secret and very, very guilty pleasure of mine. I read it occasionally - though I've never managed to bring myself to writing it*, because something about it makes me queasy.*** But seeing as my crush on Ewan McGregor is currently in full swing, I have been hunting down Ewan fics and Ewan!characters fics, but there aren't all that many around, if one doesn't read Star Wars and Velvet Goldmine**** slash. I've been reading Ewan McGregor/Jude Law, which doesn't fully satisfy me, because don't like Jude Law.

And now [livejournal.com profile] hippediva mentioned 21 Jump Street, and after a short exchange about Johnny's character name (Tom Hanson), which was taken up by Ryan Philippe in LA Crash (where he plays a young police officer named Tom Hanson), my brain supplied me with images of Johnny Depp/Ryan Philippe slash, and, as I said to [livejournal.com profile] hippediva, I think there totally should be more rare RPS around.

At the moment*****, I would like to read any combinations featuring the following actors:

Ewan McGregor, Johnny Depp, Ryan Philippe, Johnny Lee Miller, Orlando Bloom******, Hugh Grant******* and, just for the fun of it, Jeremy Irons.

I would also like to write Ewan!Frank Churchill/Jeremy!Mr. Knightley slash. Ah well. One of these days.

Funnily, it's almost exactly-though-not-quite one year ago that I talked about a related issue.


**Well, apart from John Paul II/Ratzinger.

***One should think that by writing John Paul II/Ratzinger, I successfully eliminated any capability of feeling shame, but it isn't so.

****Velvet Goldmine is teh pretty, of course, but the film is so much a slash fic in its own right that there's nothing more for a slasher to do.

*****This is likely to change on a whim. I'm as fickle as they come.

*****Who is the guiltiest of all guilty pleasures, because I don't even fancy him; but he's just so slashable!

******Who - allegedly - once said that at the point when he met Liz at college, he had sucked more cocks than she had.
What does it say about me that the thing I find hawtest about Jason Isaacs (apart from his conversation skills, of course) ("What, sex?! You mean sex?") are the freckles on his arms?

Mmh, freckles...
It's occured to me that it's been a long time since I posted anything fannish. To remedy this, I give you a selection of completely random and totally unconnected concepts and theories, which are not really stated in canon, but which I take for granted until Rowling proves me wrong:

Remus has no scars )

Remus hates Snape )

Lavender will die and Parvati will become a Seer )

ETA: Lavender and Parvati are not interchangeable )

Harry does not want to shag Snape )

The stringy Slytherin boy who can see the Thestrals in the Care of Magical Creatures class is Blaise Zabini )

Dumbledore channels Granny Weatherwax )


I was going to watch "From Hell" tonight and swoon over Johnny Depp (because I've been swooning over him for a few weeks now, and why stop when I'm having so much fun?). But then I read [livejournal.com profile] rosina_alcona's post on the hotness that is Mr. Darcy - and it made me crave the Darcy experience as well. So what should I do? I got my mind set on Johnny quite firmly. And he can do some damn hot smouldering, too!

I think "From Hell" it's going to be...
It takes my inner fangirl a long time to catch up on new crushes interests, but when she does, she becomes rather single-minded about them.

Right now, she urges me to write slash featuring a Johnny Depp character (I have conquered the unhealthy RPS compulsions at last), preferably Cpt. Jack Sparrow or Agent Sands. Now, when I watched PotC last year, I wasn't particularly impressed, neither by the film, nor - blasphemy, I know - by Johnny's performance. But a healthy dose of well-written fanfiction has convinced me that the character is hot, and when I watched the film again, I was prepared to agree. I love Johnny, mind. I've been crushing on him on and off for, oh, 14 years, since I first saw him rocking, rebelling and ripping his shirt off as Cry-Baby. Not to forget the scene where he rubs (rubs!) himself with body and tongue against the glass wall separating him from his girl.

So I've been catching up on some Johnny films recently, re-watched Arizona Dream and watched Once upon a Time in Mexico for the first time, my reaction to which was predictable. Agent Sands? Guh! The film? What film?

Anyway, I need to write something, because the tension is killing me. But it takes me ages to get into a fandom (as elaborated recently on [livejournal.com profile] scribbulus_ink's poll.) *sighs*

It also got me wondering on the general slashability of other Johnny characters. Gilbert/Arnie anyone? *beats sick bunny with a stick*
Taken from [livejournal.com profile] ficbymarks who had it from [livejournal.com profile] florahart, who reports the rules are: bold if you'd have sex with them, italics only if someone paid you, strikethrough if you're squicked (EW EW EW! reactions), and nothing if you either don't know who the person is or you have no opinion. Once you're done, add three of your own.

Behold the number of people I do not fancy at all. )



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