“As a person I’m quite calm and placid, so it’s nice to give vent to a little anger.” Richard Armitage
For such a sweet, laid-back soul, RA certainly knows how to smoulder and simmer, to be sulky and stroppy, to rant and rage and roar magnificently. Richard Armitage knows how to get his fierce on.
Wanted to bring you more photo edits of our spies for MI6, MI5 and Hydra, but WP is not being kind to me today. And I REALLY need a nap (asleep after 2, awake by 4:30 a.m.) so enjoy what’s here, including the Johnny Rivers’ classic, “Secret Agent Man.” 
All the shows are done now, we are pleased with results of DVD sales and also response of those watching themselves larger than life last night on the wall of the theatre, the sound pretty awesome coming through the theatre’s system. 
It’ll take me a couple of days to get up to speed, so bear with me. I have some chores to do related to Pecan Ridge Productions, amongst other things. Hope all are well.
It’s a glorious day in the neighborhood–Lower Alabama, that is. The gray skies and rain and damp have gone, replaced by cerulean blue and blessedly lower humidity. Enjoyed a little jaunt out with the dogs, who are enjoying the warmth of the sunshine. Jack in particular is in a jolly mood today.
A nap will be in order a little later–stayed up too late reading the Bronte book and trying to pry my cats from my side and legs. I am too restless a sleeper for furry attachments.;) In the meantime, enjoy a second installment of SSS–Super Sexy Saturday. Sssssssmokin’!
One word. Erotic.
Mmmmmmmm. Porter as diamond smuggler John Dean. Love everything here–the look of intense concentration, the elfin ear, the beautiful hand, the wristwatch. The way the lighting accentuates those beautiful lips. Heap sexy man.
Half-mad, dirty, disheveled, wild-eyed, wounded animal . . . speaks volumes to my inner caveman. Sexxxxxxy.
Sexy nineteenth century mill owner style. Cravats have never looked better on (or off) anyone else.
Ricky Deeming. Enigmatic. Defiant. Rebellious. And dead sexy. The black leather doesn’t hurt, either.
How about Lucas as a dark angel in his black singlet? Beautiful and so sexy. *sigh*
Sir Guy isn’t the only one who can smoulder oh, so beautifully. The proud warrior–the majestic and deliciously sexy Thorin Oakenshield. Thinking of you, Bechep.
I am sure you’ve probably all seen this by now, but here is another online interview promoting the Hobbit DVD release, this one courtesy of Christa Ktorides at DIY.
(What an apt place for our Thinking Woman’s Greek God-like DIY Geek to appear, don’t you think?)
Now, some have interpreted Richard’s comments about being the slightly dour one who doesn’t get a punch line to mean he doesn’t understand the punch line–as in Richard Armitage doesn’t get the joke. That he is being the typically diffident, self-effacing gent we all know and love, the one who “can’t do impressions” and is ”not a bad singer.” (To which I say, “Poppycock!”)
My interpretation is that RA doesn’t usually play characters who get to crack jokes. He’s often the brooding, angsty, conflicted hero or anti-hero types, and, let’s face it, they typically don’t get a lot of funny lines. They aren’t the proverbial life of the party.
And yet there were moments of levity, times in Robin Hood, for example, when I thought he was absolutely hysterical in his own way. Look at some of his facial expressions and body language when reacting to the Treacherous Troll’s antics. RA’s no “slip on the banana peel” slapstick kind of actor. He’s not fated to do stand-up comedy, I am certain. But he’s definitely got a sense of humor and of mischief. “Love in an Elevator” and “Master and Servant,” indeed!
One of my favorite RH S3 moments: Guy realizing Vasey is still alive–followed by a little ”hi there!” wave and singularly insincere smile.
How about some of the moments he shared with Ewan Bremner in Strike Back? Definitely funny.
In VoD he’s more or less the charming, cheeky straight man to Dawn, but it’s certainly proof he can handle lighter stuff just fine, too. He can *cough* charm the pants right off you.
We’ve got two more installments of TH trilogy, which promise to be much darker than the first film. More conflict, More angst and brooding. And you do it all so beautifully, so compellingly.
And yet–maybe, dear Richard, you do need a break of sorts.
Something, as you have mentioned, without all the action and violence, with less of a dark edge (as good as you are at all the angst, brooding and “simmering dignity”). Something well-written and witty–that goes without saying–that combines comedy and drama, and a talented co-star with whom you have great chemistry. Just for a change of pace and a break from all the sturm und drang. Surely that would be good for your own mental well-being, yes?
And it might help your fan base out, too. Our poor besotted hearts can only take so much . . . *sniff* Show of hands of those who want to re-write the ending of The Hobbit? I know, I know–but a girl can dream.
Oh, Porter. Look at you. You’ve been through hell and high water, and you still look steely-eyed and determined–and gorgeous.
As for me, I feel every one of my 52 years and then some. A lot of “somes.” I have popped the muscle relaxer and the ibuprofen and fired up the heating pad to maximum velocity. The photos are now exporting from Lightroom to a subfolder on the desktop.
It will take a while.
I thought I took 500 or so photos. It was 706. How in the heck did you take that many, my husband asked me.
I guess it had something to do with the 110 or so contestants and trying to get decent photos of each of them. I try to hold my camera very steady as I am shooting and, Porter, my shoulders are now screaming at me. And my back and hips. It was a long night.
I keep thinking of that Danny Glover tagline in the Lethal Weapon movies. “I am getting too old for this sh*t.” Danny, you and me both, my friend.
I know my various aches and pains, as loudly as they are screaming at me presently, are nothing compared to what you’ve been through, Sergeant, what with being shot and stabbed and water-boarded and beaten. You take it all with such amazing toughness and stoicism and then promise in the end to kill every last one of the bastards and rescue the girl and you manage to do it!
I don’t want you to kill anybody, just put a can of whup-ass on this pain, if possible. I trust you to be able to do it, too.
I believe in the Powah of the Portah.
Rescue me, JP, as only a genuine Armitage hero can . . .
It’s TPTB that are foolish, thinking they can kill off our favorite ChaRActers with a stroke of their poisoned pens (or keyboards, as it were). Their CReAtor has breathed life into these fellows, giving them breadth and depth, hearts and souls, and they outlive whatever heinous plans and dubious plotlines shoved at them. Long live the So Not Dead, who have been Loved into Being by their many admirers. Long may they continue to delight and dazzle us with their adventures.
I’d include more artwork including Capt. Ian, but WP is playing an April Fool’s joke on me, it seems.
Spouse and I watched The Hobbit on Blu-ray tonight. More on that later (he did say it didn’t seem as long watching at home ). I spent a good portion of the afternoon trying to use Muvee Reveal to edit a birthday vid and let’s just say it wasn’t cooperating. I have since moved to the more vanilla offerings of Windows Movie Maker. A 30 minute video can seem like an eternity under such circumstances . . . I’ve recorded the new Doctor Who to watch tomorrow, just caught Orphan Black ( very good performance by Tatiana Manslany) and now watching The Nerdist.
Tomorrow night–the long-awaited return of Game of Thrones (oh, Tyrion, how I have missed you!), the debut of Mr. Selfridge on PBS and once more, it’s a return to too many things I want to watch ending up on Sunday nights. Feast or famine at times, I have to say.
Anyhow, here are some new photo edits for you to peruse, my dears. Hope you all have a happy Easter/Easter Monday!
The majestic warrior prince who guided his people to a new home after a devastating attack; now seeking to reclaim his homeland. We’d follow Thorin Oakenshield anywhere. And provide him with plenty of TLC.
Savvy, smart, rescourceful sergeant who kicks arse and takes the time to be tender. We’d want John Porter to come and rescue us if we ended up in a terrible jam. Or let us give a nice soothing massage . . . to all those big, buff knotted muscles.
Sir Guy, the beautiful, complex henchman who smoulders like nobody’s business and puts his own life on the line to protect and save the woman he loves . . . too bad she never appreciated him properly (not even after he returned to Nottingham to fight and die by her side if necessary). We would have done better!
Lucas, cool, enigmatic and sexy spy, haunted by the torture and deprivation of years in Russian prison but still loyal to his country (don’t believe everything certain writers dish out). We’d love to help him move past the pain.
Another engimatic character, black leather-clad rebel 6os biker, Geordie Ricky Deeming, who knows how to make our motors race. We’d like to hop on the back of his bike for a spin . . .
The handsome, hard working Victorian mill owner who seeks to improve himself and discovers a foolish passion for a certain demure young lady. We’d have made up our minds about you much sooner, John Thornton. What a catch!
John Strandring, shy Yorkshire farmer with a heart of gold, a gentle giant. No wonder we call him Sweetie John. Beautiful inside and out, our John is faithful and steadfast. We long to make him feel loved and appreciated . . .
Thorin’s brother ChaRActers wish to put Thranduil, any fellow elves or other creatures who fail to show Thorin the proper respect due to the uncrowned King Under the Mountain on notice: such behavior will NOT be tolerated. You should know who you are messing with. Some of the ChaRActers have posted messages . . .
Sexy when you want it warm and cozy.
When you want to dive into the deep end.
Or take a walk on the Dark Side.
Sexy when your compass is aimed at true North.
When you need a good old-fashioned lover boy . . .
He’s ready to get your motor runnin’
To blow you away with a red-hot sexuality.
Year in, year out. For past, present and future performances, whether in roles large or small. In his case, there truly are no small roles, only small actors. My Best Actor, because his characters become flesh and blood to me, real, flawed, compelling human beings. Men of many shades, light and dark, with whom I go on a journey of discovery. His performances inspire, provoke and encourage; they break my heart and make it sing. Thank you, Richard Armitage.
He’s got the power.
