Here’s a short video from the Wellington red carpet courtesy of the Russian Forum and Nadia, which touches on playing a hero and the heartthrob question, and whether or not RA still wants to play Richard III . . .
Here’s another interview with Andy, Martin and Richard with dear RA cleverly side-stepping the whole “hot dwarf” issue once more (love how Martin and Andy also chime in here). The image quality was a bit muddy on my end, but hey, you know how gorgeous he looks and you can hear him just fine. 😉 Thank you, Ali, for the link on Twitter.
And while I am at it, some more fanart from the premiere:
I am a huge fan of movies in general, but there is a special place in my heart for the films from the ’30s, ’40s and ’50s. The studio system was in place with actors and actresses under contract, and they were expected to appear in public looking like, well, STARS–well-dressed, well-coiffed, stylish and sophisticated.
Of course, “regular” people tended to dress more formally back then, anyway–I am old enough that I remember my mother going shopping in a dress, heels and a hat and gloves. You don’t see that much anymore, do you?
Sometimes I think we’ve swung the pendulum too far in the other direction. I used to be appalled when I would attend local high school graduations for the paper when I saw how a few of the people were dressed.
It’s one thing if you have to come directly from work in your uniform; it’s another if you show up in a faded T-shirt with mustard stains and baggy shorts. They looked even worse alongside the attendees who did bother to dress up in their finest for a significant occasion in their loved ones’ lives . . . I am not one to stand on ceremony, but a little decorum never hurt.
But I digress (lack of sleep will do that).
Back to the subject at hand, old movies, and a man who has that old-time movie star charisma, Mr. Armitage. The way he carries himself, the way he interacts with fans and media, is a lesson in civilized behavior laced with humor. This gracious, charming, blindingly handsome gentleman, immaculately turned out, seems to exist on a higher plane than other mere mortals; he looks every inch the star that one might have once gushed over in the pages of Photoplay Magazine. Back when stars really were dreamy to behold . . .
Let’s face it, dearest Rich, you are a movie star now. And with the assistance of your new stylist and your own innate allure, you LOOK it, baby.
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!