Its good to have the heads up, negative as it sounds, it tries you own estimation of the project. I admit my bias and i will let the story speak for itself. I have no hidden agenda, except to admire Richard’s work, every work I can lay my hands on. Perhaps . I will like him anyway, until they kill him off…it sours the story for me, but casualties are inevitable. Richard seems to welcome those dying scenes or the producers wish it so. He is not the kind to walk out of the set in a tantrum, he is very thoughtful before accepting the project, an inveterate improviser, and perfectionist as well, but humans are subject to errors, so I am prepared for any mishaps: admiration does not alter when alteration finds. It’s a misquote, but just trying to be joyful in every category allowed. I like his views /philosophy in life of hard work, total immersion in the role and how he makes it easy to look at. I count myself fortunate to have seen North and South, a love story , I could have wished for myself, only wish , but not to materialize it, such boundaries as they are. Sleep nicely in your bed chamber , Sir, you need to recharge for tomorrows endeavors. We look forward to your work. I was sad my copy of UK amazon [hermitage] did not work, perhaps i have to wait for US amazon copy. Sign off time…
sights and sounds the food of life:Where could we be without them?Nowhere in Particular.
I’ve always been interested, an often critical of hw RIchard Armitage manages different accents – especially his American accent. I’ve only skimmed this article so far ( have to get out early today), but I think it’s a fun and useful read for those of us who have the same interest. ALl about how dialect coaches work and the importance of naling the accent. I’ve given you the whole article in case you can’t get to the New York Times ( or don’t want to use up your 10 free articles!)
Why should I trust you?” Dominic Cooper said to Samara Bay, his dialect coach. “Trustya,” she replied, crushing the words together. “Why should I trustya,” Cooper repeated. The actor and coach were standing in the driveway of an old stone mansion in New Orleans’s Garden District, on break from shooting a scene for the AMC series…
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School days from High School to University to work are of a piece. Perhaps the experience is made particular by the chosen discipline and it curbs some inclinations and enhance others. Its pretty much about luck in the best of times. We are fortunate to have Richard in our time line.
LAMDA at Tower House
I first moved to London in 1995, when I won a place on the Three-Year Acting course at the London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art (LAMDA). During those next three years, I got to know West London pretty well. Earls Court, High Street Kensington, Hammersmith – my fellow students and I owned those mean streets. We strode down Chiswick High Road in our baggy dance trousers and character shoes, talking too loudly about David Mamet and Alexander Technique, confident in the belief that in just a couple of years, we would be far too famous to get around without security and a smoked-glass Range Rover.
But there was one place we got to know better than anywhere else. From our first audition to the very last performance, all the most significant events of our time at LAMDA took place at the MacOwan Theatre…
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As worker fond of science and literature, from SEA now domiciled in the West Coast, films and books have been my constant, keeps my sensitivities keen to understand the prime movers and the gentle events of finding friends as we forward in time. It goes without saying that the 20th, and now the 21st century had been more than interesting times. Two world wars, nuclear fission , trips to the moon and Russian and American satellites travelling to the edge of our stellar space, With the Chinese challenging such advancements, it is very disturbing that we get a leader as leaden as Trump. We are a peaceful people, but how long this peace will prevail is anybody’s guess. Its a good thing that the Russians under Putin [in world events, not necessarily domestically] had held an even hand and not prone to exhibitionism on stage as in the US. The Japanese is strong and quietly influential and inventive in its own special way, a force to reckon with if it finds itself threatened by bullies. It is a river that runs silently and deep. A trait that the likes of US lords have forgotten, being as loud and boisterous as they are [shallow waters make lots of noise..an old adage] not inured in the American ruling classes since their victory in WW II, having forgotten their resounding defeat in Vietnam from men and women in black pajamas. Sadly, these loud and untutored minds seem to rule the world at the moment, As the Holy Book once said or is it an old adage: This too shall pass. Why the affection for literature eventually devolves to current politics?Its proximity is undeniable, being close to the vortex that might explode , its moorings invisible, perhaps none existent. But, it suffixes to know that there are more pleasant alternatives to the dire reality of life. In the evenings , when the lights are low, I cuddle a book, and get lost in beautiful ideas of love among peoples of excellent intelligence and concern for those less endowed, even only in their prayers. We live in interesting times, science , medicine, economics, literature, drastic changes in our folkways and mores over this century, the ability to reach millions at the flick on the keys on a tiny machine that conquers space-time itself, travelling faster than the speed of sound, but not of light yet. Looking back how Heisenberg and Bohr discovered uncertainty, quarreled for life how the discovery will be used by rising tied of fascism or not, a controversy , yet unsettled to this very moment. I must be moving in the wrong racket, because not too many of us remember these momentous events which could have led to our own destruction, a propensity so peculiar to human beings, although it is common knowledge that monkeys will over eat bananas when they are domesticated and offered to their hearts’ content. Their is a natural tendency in the wilds to save some for tomorrow. In our abundance and poverty in half the sectors of the world over, one wonders if human beings are normally distributed in the measure for greed and avarice, for kindness and benevolence, for srlf sacrifice witnessed in battlefields or impoverished sections of worlds. It seems, I have lost tract of literature, the initial topic, but the current situation of the world demands attention, even cursorily and superficially. The root causes of human suffering and bounty are intertwined and few have tried to unravel it, to unweave the intricate relationships that bind societies in spite or its discordant noises . And here we are, pushing our relentless endeavour to reach the sea, like the mountain streams finding peace and respite in the vast expanse of the distant sea…like Thorin discovering the key to the fable Arken Stone, which drove him to the the madness of ultimate avarice and death. The pyre that the dwarfs built to send Thorin to Odin’s place, his lovely evelids closed, the smile on his battered face….the lost son to his father’s praise. Memories are made of these, thank heavens it was only a film and our hero lives in New York or Yorkshire or London, still working away with at most pleasure on his craft. My only hopeless wish, is he does do a project with Daneila, just more time for the road to no where…as Hamlet says..”where no one ever returns to tell the tale”…sorry for addendum. Well, we retrun to the campfire every evening , have a mug or two with our confreres and sing the songs of Thorin, till the lights run low and all is quiet. Curtains are up….
The review of the classic myth is a taste not much in vogue, but when it surfaces, i get a kick out of it, almost like a private/public joke.
No, no, no…not THAT “wonderful time.” It’s the wonderful time of the year when my Topics in Ancient History class gives their presentations on Pompeii and Herculaneum. As always, the first topics snatched up were those relating to sexuality, brothels and prostitution. I am currently on a countdown to when the famous Priapus fresco from Pompeii will make an appearance. For those who have not met him, Priapus was a Roman deity associated with the harvest and fertility whose most marked attribute was his ithyphallic appearance. The anticipation of running into Priapus and the subsequent student reaction to him is killing me! (my classroom pleasures on this level are few and far between…don’t judge me 😉 )
What makes it even better this term is that thanks to my RL Facebook feed, I can see that Priapus fresco and raise with this little gem…
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Richard surely appreciates your work on his behalf.
I don’t know if other bloggers have the issue I’ve been battling; I want to/ought to write on a topic, and I just don’t do it. I come up with legitimate excuses, but in the end, I think my procrastination might be directly related to my point of view of the work.
This is the case with with Berlin Station, which I’d like to address before I get to my Love, Love, Love experience.I promised a forthcoming post about Berlin Station the very night the first two episodes became available, but somehow, it never materialized. After successfully accessing Episode 3 last night on my laptop, using the EPIX free trial, I am ready to share.
I wouldn’t call this a review. I’m focusing on Richard Armitage first, and what interests me about the series, second.
Richard Armitage’s ability to perfect an American accent has been an obsession of…
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Richard Armitage as Guy of Gisborne in Robin Hood 1.1. Source: RichardArmitageNet.com
Ten years ago tomorrow, UK audiences saw that particular black leather-inflected smirk for the first time when Guy of Gisborne rode into Locksley to investigate a theft. Robin Hood was commissioned to alternate with the revived Doctor Who episodes in the Saturday night evening slot on BBC One. You can read about the origins of the series; it got a big budget, was designed to be shot in HD — only the first of Richard Armitage’s association with high resolution formats! — and its first series was bedeviled by the theft of its tapes. When it aired, responses were mixed, but Armitage and Keith Allen generally came in for praise. In the reviews of the first episode, “Will you tolerate this?” Armitage was described as “flouncing darkly” and “a cool and sinister lizard.” That episode got…
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a lot to digest, i will wait and see for myself, if it comes around here.
Continued from here. Sorry for all that background, but I needed to establish the larger parameters of the film in which Richard Armitage is operating. Also, I wish I had more pictures with which to illustrate this post; I would have made some surreptitious cell phone photos in the theater but I didn’t want to embarrass Babette or get us thrown out! I thought for a while about the best way to present this. If the film will not receive a general release in any form, a detailed accounting of every second I remember would be best; but for the sake of readability, something less detailed might be better, because I don’t want to reveal every second or limit other fans’ capacity to discover the film for themselves. I’ve tried to make a compromise here. Babette, you’re invited to chime in with additional detail you think is important on…
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