Tonight Benny and I went out to eat and then took in a movie. We never saw The Avengers on its initial release in theatres and when I saw they were re-releasing for the Labor Day weekend, I mentioned it to Benny. I am trying to get out and about more, I like hanging out with my husband, and I knew it was a film he had wanted to see. And as I have also seen all the other Marvel Universe films, I was curious to see this entry.
I have to confess I also felt the need to experience The Hiddleston phenomenon on the big screen. I know many people in my TL at Twitter are very taken with actor Tom Hiddleston. I had previously seen him in two projects, playing F. Scott Fitzgerald in Midnight in Paris and as the evil Loki in Thor. Of course, he was reprising the latter role in TA.
First, let me say we did find the film entertaining, if a bit thin on plot in places. There were some witty lines here and there, impressive-looking CGI and Chris Evans still fills out that Captain America suit admirably.
Now, on to Tom. He certainly plays a villain well and this role was a sharp contrast to his portrayal of Jazz Age icon Fitzgerald. He has a lovely British accent, pretty blue eyes and an engaging smile (although said smiles are mainly on the evil side in TA since he is, after all, playing the baddie). He is certainly a talented and attractive fellow and by all accounts, a real sweetheart in real life. He’s gained legions of followers as his profile has risen and, yep, he’s on Twitter.
However–no alarm bells sounded for me seeing Hiddleston on the big screen. No Eureka moment in which I said to myself, “Where has this actor BEEN all my life?” I don’t feel the need to start Googling him to learn more.
Certainly, I was favorably impressed by his performance. I will be interested in seeing him in other productions of, shall we say, a more cerebral nature, such as The Hollow Crown. I will add him to the list of UK actors whose work I enjoy.
But I don’t believe I am going to find my heart divided between Rich and Tom, between the Hiddles and the Arms. I will stick with the Arms. My fangurl heart still belongs to the man who inspired me to write this blog, and a considerable amount of fanfic, and to make all that fanart, those fanvids and now to write a novel. Not just anybody could have affected me in such a way.
I went for many, many years never thinking of myself as a die-hard fangurl of any performer. And then that tall, black leather-clad henchman with all his conflicts and contradictions strutted into my life. And then came shy, awkward John S., sunny, lovable Harry, proud and passionate mill owner Thornton, haunted, enigmatic Lucas, tough, resourceful, brave and compassionate Porter . . . Richard made me believe in the reality of each and every one of these characters.
And I am sure when I see him as the alpha warrior dwarf and as the widowed Oklahoma school teacher and concerned dad, I will believe in them, too. He’s touched my heart and soul and mind through his work. And he’s shown himself to be a pretty decent human being.
Cute, sweet, talented. But not The One for me.
Cute, sweet, talented, beautiful, sexy, adorable, witty, intelligent, versatile, modest . . . The One.
The Hiddles has plenty of devoted admirers. I really don’t think he’ll miss me, do you?