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burntcopper) wrote2007-08-30 01:32 pm
burntcopper) wrote2007-08-30 01:32 pm
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why is brain set to gibber, kicking the plotbunnies
One day, I will figure out why it is certain actors/singers/weevils induce the 'gibber' reaction. No, really. I'm not talking aesthetic appreciation here, I'm talking 'gibber' for no obvious reason.
Sean Bean? Needs no explanation to the entire fricking British population.
James Purefoy? I'm sorry, have you seen the man? There is a *reason* his nickname (as bestowed by Paul Bettany) is James Puresex.
Paul Bettany? You. Blonde boy. Stop posing so louchely. And the eyelashes. STOP THAT.
Rupert Everett? Keeps *consciously* doing the drawl thing and having chemistry with inanimate objects. Bastard.
Peter Wingfield? Does it on purpose the entire time because he can.
Keira Knightley? Louche and lazy drawl.
There's a long list of *obvious* people. (oddly, there's not as many girls on the list of brain set to gibber no matter the situation - I think they have to turn that on in my case) I'm just really, really trying to figure out one actor who...um.... some of you may have heard of my thing for this one. Especially anyone who's been in the vicinity of my Gosford Park fic gibbering.
Jeremy Northam.
Explain. Please. On the surface, he may appear to share many of the same qualities as, say Everett and Wingfield and Bettany - appearance of posh, occasional supercilious bastard, cheekbones, etc. (Type? I know no type... :looks shifty:) Except. Er. The others regularly turn it on, so to speak. I've only ever seen Northam do it a couple of times, and brain was set to gibber long, long before that. Did something break in my brain?
Huh. On poking through wikipedia, just found out Puresex was in Simon Callow's Les Enfant du Paradis at the Barbican. I saw that. Had a ridiculously over-complicated set that spun round the whole time and was ridiculously long. I remember the main character being very broken and very pretty (about the actor who originated the 'Pierrot' clown), but not really much else. Further perusal also brings up Joseph Fiennes and several others, but doesn't list who played who.
In other news, poking the fucking Ianto and Jack slip through the rift into 1932 fic. Which is being written in snippets since I can't get a coherent plot to work at this stage. I want to get it finished before nano, but... argh. I can't even tell if it's vaguely any good. I keep having to rein myself back from making period-innappropriate statements. (Rose would go off on one. Martha might. Jack makes a living by blending. Ianto you get the feeling wouldn't. Especially since they're trying to blend.) Shite. Maybe I need to pull it back completely, deconstruct and just go for gloriously silly sprawling with plot Jeeves and Wooster homage au which the idea started out as, research the fuck out of that period of the 30s and do it as nano or into the longer stories section. Fuck. If I want a story done and dusted, maybe I should do the Takeaways of Torchwood...
Sean Bean? Needs no explanation to the entire fricking British population.
James Purefoy? I'm sorry, have you seen the man? There is a *reason* his nickname (as bestowed by Paul Bettany) is James Puresex.
Paul Bettany? You. Blonde boy. Stop posing so louchely. And the eyelashes. STOP THAT.
Rupert Everett? Keeps *consciously* doing the drawl thing and having chemistry with inanimate objects. Bastard.
Peter Wingfield? Does it on purpose the entire time because he can.
Keira Knightley? Louche and lazy drawl.
There's a long list of *obvious* people. (oddly, there's not as many girls on the list of brain set to gibber no matter the situation - I think they have to turn that on in my case) I'm just really, really trying to figure out one actor who...um.... some of you may have heard of my thing for this one. Especially anyone who's been in the vicinity of my Gosford Park fic gibbering.
Jeremy Northam.
Explain. Please. On the surface, he may appear to share many of the same qualities as, say Everett and Wingfield and Bettany - appearance of posh, occasional supercilious bastard, cheekbones, etc. (Type? I know no type... :looks shifty:) Except. Er. The others regularly turn it on, so to speak. I've only ever seen Northam do it a couple of times, and brain was set to gibber long, long before that. Did something break in my brain?
Huh. On poking through wikipedia, just found out Puresex was in Simon Callow's Les Enfant du Paradis at the Barbican. I saw that. Had a ridiculously over-complicated set that spun round the whole time and was ridiculously long. I remember the main character being very broken and very pretty (about the actor who originated the 'Pierrot' clown), but not really much else. Further perusal also brings up Joseph Fiennes and several others, but doesn't list who played who.
In other news, poking the fucking Ianto and Jack slip through the rift into 1932 fic. Which is being written in snippets since I can't get a coherent plot to work at this stage. I want to get it finished before nano, but... argh. I can't even tell if it's vaguely any good. I keep having to rein myself back from making period-innappropriate statements. (Rose would go off on one. Martha might. Jack makes a living by blending. Ianto you get the feeling wouldn't. Especially since they're trying to blend.) Shite. Maybe I need to pull it back completely, deconstruct and just go for gloriously silly sprawling with plot Jeeves and Wooster homage au which the idea started out as, research the fuck out of that period of the 30s and do it as nano or into the longer stories section. Fuck. If I want a story done and dusted, maybe I should do the Takeaways of Torchwood...
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And the fella next to me in the pic is HAWT, too!
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