Edited screenshot from DT promotion of TC On Screen (X)
Category: fan art
F.R.R.A. (Fandom Related Recreational Activities)
It is known that one of the collateral effects of fandoms is the explosion of creativity. Suddenly, from who knows where (ehem!) a spark lightens and the result is a previously unexpected need of writing, video editing and photoshop playing. Then you meet other members of the fandom, you realise that you are not as crazy as you thought (or rather, that if this is madness, there’s a method in it) and more recreational activities develop. A number of them can be united in a general category: the Virtual Artist Agency. The main games can be the following:
- Great Expectations. It is played when the object of admiRAtion is about to finish his current works and he makes vague hints to future probable engagements, that unleashes a deep study of the Internet Movie Database and specifically of those projects labelled as “On production” and without a definitive cast. A very brilliant and professional example is this post of the Anglophile Channel. Needless to state that an over use of this game may lead to a high degree of frustration for fandoms unrelated with Cumberbatch – Fassbender – Hiddleston (in alphabetical order).
- Agenda management. This includes also the sub-game “spot the date”. When the projects of the object of our fandom are official, the Virtual Agent has to organise them… It is not an easy task to plan our fandom object’s agenda, most of all if different time zones are involved: an interview in London followed by a black carpet in New York and then go back to the theatre in London jumping just one show, for instance. The most conscious players have a complete list of daily and weekly overseas flights, destination airports and time of transfer between them and the city. For lazy players (ehem… Barsine raises shily her hand) there’s an easy version, the “spot the date”: you just have to guess the release date of a given work.
But, my absolutely ever favourite game is the…
- Fantasy casting. This game has two versions, Basic and Extreme. Needless to say that I prefer the extreme one, but let’s start with the Basic. It is a less frustrating game than Great Expectations and implies also FRRA crossover. For instance, watching my last purchase in DT Henry IV part one I wondered how wonderful will Richard Armitage look in the Globe’s stage. As FRRA activities are like, I guess, a bulimic crisis, I opened hastily photoshop, took the below tweet, a picture of The Crucible rehearsals and… i giochi sono fatti.
- Nevertheless, the main characteristic of Fantasy casting is that it is funnier if played in company. It develops soon into what Linnett has brilliantly named “Two Martinis Casting”: one person suggest an actor for a character, the other another one and in less than four e-mails you’ve built the most unbelievable cast never seen. I remember that I’ve made one myself with Linnet but I can’t find the post (sono una rincoglionita), but this is another good example, after a gif I posted in tumblr The Extreme version of the fantasy casting implies a complete absence of logic, for instance, you can hire actors or actresses already dead in the prime of their youth. It is probable that this version of the game finishes in another FRRA crossover, under the form of a fanfic.
Two beautiful human beings
Oh John, John, John…
Narcissus
The only similarity between the mythological Narcissus and Richard Armitage is their beauty, no trait of character in common. Nevertheless I could not help to title this edition “Narcissus” as, in chapter number 4 of the second season of Spooks, Richard delight us with another of his love glances that I guess was the same one that Narcissus gave himself to his image reflected in the pond.
I wanted to write a post about Spooks season 8, but the elderly fangirl in me forbids me to do so, as I am not able to write anything intellegible nor sensible in front such an overdose of beauty and talent. I have three chapters left to watch, but let me tell you, that black-leathered Lucas, helmet in hand, “delivering” a parcel is something that I won’t be able to forget for a loooong time (and that I hope would be an special guest in one of my crazy-dreams).
Audio/video comment to the above screencap:
do do that voodooo that you do so well…
By the way… happy birthday, Mr. Armitage.
Put a spy in your life
Tribute to Col. Brandon
The verses are of the poem Col. Brandon reads Marianne when she is recovering of her illness. I’ve heard it several times, but I don’t understand it completely. Shouldn’t be another negative particle after “may”, so that two negations make an affirmation? Written like this I understand that it is impossible to find something lost even if searching it, but I guess that the poet meant just the contrary.
Can you please help me, English-speaking readers?
Pastime
Insisting on “The Impressionists”
There is something else in common between “The Impressionists” and “The Crucible” other than their leading man. While studying the credit titles of the series during my second view of it, I couldn’t help smiling when reading the surname of the casting director: Carl Proctor. I find this kind of coincidences very interesting, and something to make you think about; a man called Proctor that has chosen Richard for one of the most interesting roles in his career and, who knows, maybe without Mr. Proctor’s (Carl) choice the Proctor (John) in the Old Vic would be another.
“The Impressionists” is one of that series that you could watch in loop over and over and over and over without getting tired of it. There is always a new detail that grasps my attention: the way Monet touches the ribbon’s of Alice’s parasol, the recognisable belly-laugh out of frame, the glance of unavoidable envy to the rich Degas in the caffé.
The rest of the cast is also awesome, starting from the small appearences. The hateful visitor of the Impressionists’ exhibition, who earns one of the unique “majestically disdainful” glances trademark of Mr. A., is Sebastian Armesto, who surprised me as an ashtonishing Ben Jonson in “Anonymous”. Special mention to Will Keen as Paul Cezanne.
As far as the “Me, Myself & I” tag of the post is concerned, what I thought was a “small flu” was a real one. I really hope to be able to sleep tonight. My throat has the same colour of one impressionist sun during the sunset. My tonsils have grown so much that my doctor said yesterday, while examining me, “you have not swallowed the water-melon”. Therefore, notwithstanding the tropical temperatures, here I am inhaling thyme vapours with the hope of helping my soar throat. The throat thanks the effort but couldn’t care the less and as every afternoon it/she/he is awakening and sending me the usual cough crisis.
Regarding the cat-front: what man could not do, the vacuum-cleaner did. Look what happened this morning while I was making the minimum-indispensable-housework:
of course, once the emergency big-absurd-noise-provoked-by-human ceased each two of them returned to their respective sides of the apartment.
August
I have learned today that the Crucible poster I have received last Friday was sent thanks to the generosity of a well-wisher I have never talked to, or, at least, not that I know. Once again I cannot find words to express my gratitude and how blessed I feel for this. To me, these last years, August has always meant pain and suffering; memories of hospitals, frustrated hopes and goodbyes, a month that I would gladly delete from the calendar.
It is curious that this month starts, little by little, to have another meaning to me, thanks to a man born in August, and to the generosity, love and friendship of his well-wishers.
source of the images used for the fan art
Wormwood Scrubs 