“Richard Armitage, though sounding a bit vocally strained, admirably conveys Proctor’s mix of muscularity and guilt . . .” From the Guardian’s review of The Crucible.
Like so many of you, I was following Servetus’ posts last night, Press Night for “The Crucible,” reading Tweets and feeling both eager and anxious about any forthcoming reviews from the papers. I knew Richard would be good in this role before hearing word one from any audience members during the previews; I have this sort of child-like belief in him, in his acting prowess and his determination to always bring his best to a performance. And I saw how much intensity he was projecting even in the still photos from rehearsals.
Still, it was with tremendous relief and a great deal of pride that I read glowing reviews from two of the publications that, shall we say, matter (sorry, Daily Mail, you aren’t one of them). To see Richard get praise for his performance and Farber’s production awarded five stars by both the Times and the Telegraph was—well, it was as exhilarating as RA’s performance was to one of the critics!
But now I am a bit worried about those vocal cords. Dearest Richard, please take care of yourself and that honeyed voice of yours. Hot tea with lemon and honey, perhaps? Restrict yourself to a whisper when you are off-stage? You have many more performances to give, and I don’t want anyone to miss out on your powerful, passionate portrayal of Proctor . . . now, more virtual ((((hugs)))) from me, your ardent admirer from Alabama! XXOOXXOOXXOO
Brrrrrrr! It’s 27 degrees F at 8:11 a.m., which isn’t that unheard of during the winter in Lower Alabama–except that we hit our high for the day a few hours ago and the temps keep continuing to drop, with a low of 10 frigid degrees and below-zero wind chill expected tonight. It’s colder here right now than it is in NYC. Yes, the Polar Vortex (cue ominous music) has arrived down south and is moving east. Another big mug of coffee, cuddly cats, cozy blankets are all called for. Hmmm, what else can I use to warm things up? Ah, I think I know . . . Happy Monday!
Been feeling the need to play with some of the newer images that have appeared of our dearest RA. We’ve been doing a lot of work on a flurry of end-of-the-year projects–Benny’s two final vacation days were largely used to work on video editing and designing and printing DVD covers–and I did some snaffling and cropping of screencaps to post on FB as I vetted the footage and gave my seal of approval. My sleeping has been erratic and I collapsed yesterday & slept–and slept–and slept–call me Rip Van Winkle! Rain, rain, rain is on the way today, according to the forecasters, cold rain–a great day to look at Mr. Armitage, don’t you agree? 😉
I’ve come to the decision this afternoon I am trying to work too hard at too many things and making a hash of some of them. I have already pretty much had to give up Twitter, as I can’t seem to juggle it and FB and the various websites and blogs I manage for personal, volunteer and business reasons, and keep up with everything else I need to do in that thing called Real Life.
My energy/pain levels are never what I want them to be–high and low, respectively–and that will be a source of trouble for the rest of my life due to the FMS and related conditions. So something has got to give.
There are so many RA blogs out there now anyway, I am certain you all will get your daily fix just fine without me. Love you guys and take care. I leave you with a few fave images of Mr. A over the years.