Someone up there must like me after all. We all know my Country High-Speed is not really too fast, and thus watching a live streaming event is mostly an aggravating chore for those of us out here in the Middle (of Nowhere) Earth.
Fortune has smiled on me in terms of the premieres, however. Whilst I missed portions of both the LA and Berlin events, when it was time for Richard to appear, lo–it WORKED! And with a decent quality picture and sound! How wonderful to see him and hear him speak from the lavish red carpet in Berlin tonight. The event felt very expansive–both in terms of the large amount of physical space allowed to hold it, and in terms of the liberal amount of time given for the actors to visit with fans along the way. Lots of autographs signed and photos snapped! (Screencap courtesy of RA Bulgaria on FB)
Now how about those elf ears! I loved this wonderfully fangurl-like touch on the red carpet. All screencaps unless otherwise noted courtesy of Servetus at Me + Richard Armitage.
Servetus has already voiced her delight with how well the event was managed in Berlin, and I can only second that. It was very fan-friendly AND actor-friendly. The interviewers seemed intelligent and knowledgeable and treated all with whom they came in contact on the red carpet with courtesy and respect. The actors definitely seemed to enjoy themselves with a natural rather than forced enthusiasm in the air.
Yes, I know film premieres are a much bigger deal in places like Berlin and Tokyo than in L.A. Still, I wish they could bring a little bit of that overseas dynamic to my home country for occasions such as this. Yes, I know premieres are plentiful in La-La Land; however, considering how much money the first film made and how much more moola this second film is likely to bring Warner Brothers, I just think they could, and should, do better . . .
Note the single lock of longish hair brushing his forehead, the crinkles, the genial smile and the general air of bonhomie. I swear, Harry Kennedy, sporting a sharp suit and a bit of stubble, was peeking out tonight. And I LOVED it!
Courtesy of Kathleen Evans at Richard Armitage Friends Network at FB
EDIT: APPARENTLY THIS IS NOT ANOTHER LIVE CHAT, BUT A POSTING OF ANSWERS TO EARLIER QUESTIONS TWEETED FOR THE TWO ACTORS
PERRY THINKS THIS IS CORRECT LINK FOR TOMORROW, BUT THAT’S A LITTLE UNCLEAR RIGHT NOW. IF ANYONE LEARNS MORE, LET US KNOW. THANKS!
This is slated for tomorrow (Monday) at 10 a.m. GMT. That’s early morning here, and with my crazy sleep schedule, I just might be awake (I didn’t sleep at all last night). A “Thow-down” between these two could be very interesting indeed. Of course, in my biased opinion, Thorin always trumps Thrandy. But I won’t get bent out of shape if I miss it.
Been busy with RL stuff and quite frankly, I still haven’t watched/read all the interviews and articles from this latest press juggernaut. Unlike last year, I just don’t feel compelled to do so. I love RA as much as ever–but you can get overloaded on it all. Enough real life stresses and strains for yours truly without making things worse . . . I am getting more and more excited about seeing the film next weekend. I’ve done something Christmas-y last weekend and this weekend and I see DoS as an early Christmas present. Mr. Armitage–the gift that keeps on giving.
Speaking of gifts–these from Yennefer Ice on FB. And now I guess I will get ready to struggle with live streaming the big event from Berlin . . . wonder what he’ll be wearing?
So Dear Readers, before I vanish offline for a few weeks due to the later release of Desolation of Smaug here in Erebor, (I don't want to read anything about the movie in advance to spoil my enjoyment of it) I thought I would share a very special Christmas Carol with you that I wrote all about my beloved and his quest.
Best. Day. Ever!
The #HobbitMovieUK organised a live Tweet event with Richard.
As you know, I'm usually asleep, having internet connection troubles or just too overwhelmed to take part, but the stars seemed to have aligned today.
And guess what???!!!???
My question was the second Richard answered!
I know that many Armitage peeps have met/hugged/taken their picture with RA, so this isn't a biggie, but he's always managed to elude me and I'll take it where I can ;)
The publicity machine for The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug is well underway with another media event today, featuring the return of Fandango Guy from the premiere along with Evangeline (I wonder if anyone calls her Vangie?), Sir Peter and our own dear Richard.
I did manage to watch this with the usual fits and starts of my Country High-Speed Connection. I am learning to be more laid-back about all this stuff. I will see what I will get to see when I get to see it (goodness knows, this fandom stays on top of things). If the connection completely goes south, I won’t cry with frustration or curse the fact I live in the Middle (of Nowhere) Earth. To be honest, I haven’t caught up on all the little RA interviews from the recent world premiere. All in good time . . . to be savored.
It’s the holiday season once more, and I am determined to enjoy it, in spite of the fact I am still broke and dealing with constant pain and fatigue on a scale that’s higher than normal. After all, I have my darling husband, my beloved pets, my friends and family. I have wonderful memories of Christmases past. Things could be a lot worse.
And I have that beautiful, charming, witty, thoughtful, benevolent and amazingly talented human being named Richard Armitage in my life again this Christmas season–even if he doesn’t have the faintest idea I even exist.
My edit using photo from Total Film Indonesia
Last year, trying to take in all the Hobbit hoopla was almost too much, but I did ultimately thrive on all the new interviews and images and all the sheer Richard Freaking Armitage awesomeness that came down the pike. I felt like that wide-eyed little kid again, eagerly awaiting Santa’s arrival and all the goodies he’d leave for me under our tree.
And boy, did you deliver, Mr. A! You thrilled us, chilled us, made us thud and swoon with your regal portrayal of the uncrowned King Under the Mountain.
And here you are again in 2013, looking as handsome and toothsome as ever, giving thoughtful answers to interview questions, signing autographs with a warm smile and managing to pose for the photogs without showing too much discomfort. A classy, mannerly gentleman. As always! And as always I say, “Thank you for being you.”
And now I am counting down the days until I get to see the majestic Thorin larger than life once again. Christmas is coming early for me . . . thanks to you, Mr. A. I don’t need lots of packages tied up in ribbons and bows to make my season merry and bright. You help do that.
Now, back to my regularly scheduled elf activities (the good kind of Christmas elf, not one of those stuck-up, sissified Mirkwood types).
A raw clip of Richard Armitage's interview at the premiere:
I do not know why I'm still doing this. I guess it's still fun. LOL! Yes, I'm really laughing -- at myself most of all.
A crazy fan
A tip: put the video in full-screen mode and then select HD, or better yet, select Share and then download it.
Since I have Luddite-like tendencies when it comes to Twitter, and I haven't heard anything about this going on elsewhere, I have a chat room open on Chatzy if anyone would like to pop in during the live stream. It's open now, but don't be alarmed if I'm not there...I have to go to class at 6pm (CST) but I'll be back in time for the festivities.
- Expressing Gratitude Can Make You Sexier! (psychologytoday.com)
‘Twas the day after Thanksgiving in the land of Ladywriter. For some of her friends and neighbors, that meant–shopping. Actually, for some of her friends and neighbors, Thanksgiving itself became a shopping excursion, with those infamous doorbusters–super-cheap TVs! Video consoles for a STEAL!–being offered Thanksgiving night. Some folks lined up two to three hours before the doors opened, huddled in the unseasonable cold awaiting their bargains. In the bigger cities, some folks lived in tents for days . . .
According to a friend’s husband who braved Wal-Mart with that friend last night, poor hubby kept feeling like he was trapped in an episode of The Walking Dead and considered grabbing a shovel and whacking some zombified heads . . . Ladywriter is not sure it that was before or after a fight broke out nearby over TVS. And towels. (Yes. TOWELS.)
“So—you are managing to resist this orgy of consumer excess?” A deep chocolate voice rumbled in her ear.
Ladywriter looked up into Sir Guy’s rather amused azure gaze. As always, his amazing peepers were lined perfectly. *sigh*
“Do I look like I’m going anywhere? I mean–I am dressed, but that is about it.” LW ran her hand through her untidy fair hair (which was sorely in need of a good brushing) and shoved her glasses up her nose. “Besides, even if I didn’t have a pauper’s purse versus a lord’s, I wouldn’t be caught dead doing Black Thursday/Friday.”
Sir Guy furrowed his brow. ”I thought all women–loved shopping.”
LW chuckled and shook her head. She still had a few things to teach him . . .
“No, in fact, some really don’t. Now, I do–or at least, I used to, before Fibromyalgia took a lot of the fun out of it for me. I loved looking for good value for my money and for something that person would really enjoy and likely not buy for him or herself. BUT–”
Ladywriter, her brow creasing, raised a hand. Sir Guy knew what that meant. LW was about to step on what she referred to as her “soapbox.” He took a very small step back.
“I hate crowds, standing in line for any length of time is painful, I detest shoving and pushing, and I hate that depressing feeling the meaning of Thanksgiving is being trampled to death by the big box retailers in their rush to sell, sell, SELL.” She heaved a sigh, then straightened her shoulders and thrust out her chin.
“Anyway, I’d rather celebrate–Back in Black Friday.”
Sir Guy looked puzzled. “Back in Black Friday?”
She grinned. “Back in Black GUYDAY Friday.” She pretended to drum as she tossed her head to and fro. ”DUNH-dunh-nuh-dunh-dunh-uh-duh . . .”
Sir Guy returned her smile. “Ah . . . now I get it! It’s my day–Friday–and I do look most presentable in black,” he purred.
“And AC/DC really does suit you, dearest Sir Guy . . .”
(Ladywriter requests that you overlook the typo in the image below. Realizing that, of course, you may not notice there are words on the image below . . .)
Happy (Back in) Black Guyday Friday!