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Looking at Red Carpet Richard

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Richard is such a treat to watch on the red carpet. I delight in watching him interact with fans, signing autographs, posing for photos, all those smiles and good-natured exchanges. He really does look as if he enjoys himself.

I’ve been thinking about this tonight in anticipation of all the premieres coming up for The Hobbit (I assume he’ll try to be at the most significant of them, knowing our team player. Ooooh more photos. More interviews! Squee!!) And that includes a royal premiere–whoo-hoo, hittin’ the big time, Rich!!

As far as I am concerned, the man, like fellow Englishman and fabled film star Cary Grant, was made to wear a tuxedo. So classy and elegant and alluring. Of course, we can likely expect him in suits for some of the appearances. (Please, someone who knows how to properly fit a man with Mr. Armitage’s spectacular but NOT off-the-rack physique, step in here. There’s that whole trouser break issue, for example.)



Oh, Richard, I get butterflies in my stomach when I think of all that is to come in the next few months for you as this climeractic year continues. Go out there and wow ’em on the red carpet the way I know you are going to dazzle millions when they see you on the screen!

 

Armitage as a silver fox?

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You may have noticed in the recent photo of my family, taken on a long-ago vacation,  the very distinctive white streak in my mother’s otherwise brown hair.

It started when she was in her late 20s as a grey streak, which gradually widened and whitened over the years. By the time that photo was taken, she was in her very early 40s. A fellow student at my elementary school came up to me in the bus parking lot and said, “I know which one is your mama. She’s the lady with the two-toned hair!” Indeed, she was.

People who knew Mama in later life almost invariably remarked on her beautiful head of snow white hair, so becoming to her clear blue eyes and fair complexion.  I am a bit prejudiced, but she really was a beautiful older lady. She was always pretty, resembling actress Anne Baxter. But in her final years, there was a sort of incandescent quality to her, in her eyes and her smile, that just drew you in.  Sorry I don’t have the photos scanned in, or I would share some of my favorites.  Here’s one of Miss Baxter:

The late Anne Baxter, a wonderful and lovely actress whom my mother resembled.

I inherited my dad’s family’s blonde, wavy hair and warm coloring (very fair, but with yellow undertones to my complexion and green flecks in my blue eyes) and my mom’s premature grey.

Let’s say grey is not my best color, so I have been tinting it for years to combat the ever-increasing number of silver strands. One day, when it goes completely white, as it almost inevitably will assuming I live long enough, I may dispense with John Frieda and become a true platinum blonde.  In the meantime, John, Benny and I will be convening in the bathroom every few weeks.

So what does all this have to do with Mr. A? Well, now that he has been able to put aside the black dye for a while, we are glimpsing more and more grey in his hair, a fact I find oddly endearing.  I wonder what Richard’s parents’ hair is like in terms of natural color these days. And I also wonder if, in future roles that may be less action/romantic hero-oriented and more character-driven, we will ever see a naturally grey Armitage onscreen?

We got hints of it with the role of Monet.

George Clooney is an example of a current star who has allowed his premature grey to shine; one of my all-time favorite stars, Cary Grant, sported silver/white hair in his final years and looked marvelous. Grant was always a good-looking man, but his looks, like someone else we know of, seemed to just improve with the passing years.

Cary Grant, looking very distinguished with his silvery white hair.

So, I was playing around with Photoshop yet again and I think this gives a glimmer of what RA might look like as a silver fox.

I am not trying to rush Mr. A into letting nature takes its course. I am sure his hair color, just as its length and the presence or lack of facial hair, will change as required by his various roles.  He’s gorgeous no matter what color his hair is. He’d look hot with a chrome dome.

But I do think he will be one devastatingly distinguished and handsome gentleman in his mature years. Yes, even more than now. *gulp*  Will my poor heart be able to bear it?

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John Williams, Grace Kelly and Rene Blancard in TCAT

Lucas North in black ops outfit makes one think what a sexy cat burglar Mr. A would make.

*Screencap RANet, other images Wikipedia)

Can’t you just see RA dressed from head to toe in black,that lithe body moving with the stealth and grace of a great dark feline, slipping in and out of the bedchambers of the wealthy to relieve them of their precious jewels? Wooing the gems (and other articles of attire) right off some unsuspecting and enamored female?

Yes, I’ve been watching Turner Classic Movies again. I cannot begin to tell you how much I love TCM with its uncut, commercial-free films from silents to great movies of more recent vintage. I am always discovering some new gem I have never seen and happily revisiting favorites. Thank you, Ted Turner.

Tonight I re-watched Alfred Hitchcock’s To Catch a ThiefSet on the French Riveria in the mid 1950s, it offers witty dialogue, a romance complete with fireworks and plenty of pretty for the eyes:  gorgeous location scenery, gorgeous attire worn by gorgeous Grace Kelly, not to mention Cary Grant looking suave–and quite gorgeous– in a tux.  There is also a lavish masquerade ball sequence  with attendees in 18th century attire including an anachronistic gold lame gown that must be seen to be believed.

Cary plays  John Roby, a former trapeze artist turned jewel thief (“To my credit, I only stole from those who could afford it”). Roby has been paroled from prison for his service to the French resistance in WW II and grows grapes and flowers to earn his crust these days. Kelly is Frances, a spoiled, bored rich girl ( Frances’ mother: “I wish I hadn’t sent her to that finishing school. I think they did finish her off”) traveling with her delightfully down-to-earth mum.

A series of jewel thefts is taking place on the Riveria and the authorities are sure Roby, “The Cat,” is back in business. Grant has to prove his innocence while trying to avoid the police . . .

It’s a very enjoyable movie and yet again, I found myself casting Richard in the lead role–elegant, intelligent, crafty, alluring with an interesting back story. And he gets the girl and lives past the final credits. I think you can see the appeal I find in that.

Wouldn’t he make a great cat burglar?

One of Mr. A’s fav film classics: North by Northwest

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in North by Northwest, 1959

Cary Grant and Eva Marie Saint. Image via Wikipedia

English: Sign near Mt. Rushmore, South Dakota,...

Cover of "North by Northwest"

Cover of North by Northwest

Mount Rushmore

Mount Rushmore (Photo credit: edebell)

Always delighted to discover a connection with the Toothsome One. When I read a while back in an article that one of his favorite movies was the Hitchcock classic North by Northwest, I was chuffed.

That’s because NbN is also a personal fav of the mister and I.

I am a big Hitchcock fan anyway, and North by Northwest might be the Hitch movie I like the best.

There’s suspense, intrigue, considerable humor, romance and a nail-biting denouement on the faces of Mount Rushmore. There’s the handsome and charismatic Cary Grant in the lead, the inimitable James Mason as the chief baddie and lovely Eva Marie Saint as a classic Hitchcock blonde—cool and calm, but with hints of passion bubbling beneath it all.

Grant plays a “Mad Man,” a successful New York advertising executive named Roger Thornhill. Thornhill is mistaken for a government agent by a ring of international spies and ends up being chased across the country with both the goodies and the baddies in pursuit. Saint is the beautiful and mysterious blonde who comes to his aid.

One of the most exciting and iconic sequences takes place in a Midwestern cornfield with Grant trying to avoid being killed by an unfriendly crop duster.

A personal connection I have with the movie is that part of it is set in Rapid City, S.D. and the afore-mentioned Mount Rushmore.

We lived in Rapid City for several years when we first married. I have visited the hotel featured in several scenes and I’ve been to Mt. Rushmore a number of times—a very impressive sight, I have to say, not matter how often I visited. In fact, from our own backyard, we could see the faint outline of those famous faces. In the summertime when they held the lighting ceremonies, we enjoyed watching the headlights of the cars as they came winding down the mountain.

Of course, they use a Hollywood set for the famous scene set at Mt. Rushmore. But it’s fun imagining Cary Grant, Eva Marie Saint and a dastardly Martin Landau in one of his first movie roles crawling around on Washington’s eyebrows or Lincoln’s nose.

This 1959 production clocks in at 131 minutes of time well spent. Mr. Armitage and I highly recommend it. Now, if I could just manage to have a screening of this classic with a nice bag of hot buttered popcorn shared with a certain TDHBEW . . .