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Paul Newman is the least starlike superstar I’ve ever worked with. He’s an educated man and a trained actor and he never wants more close-ups. What he wants is the best possible script and character he can have. And he loves to be surrounded by the finest actors available, because he believes the better they are, the better the picture’s apt to be, the better he’ll come out. Many stars, maybe even most, don’t want that competition.

We walked the back lanes of Westport and it all went well. But what I remember most about it was that Newman carried a handful of pebbles and I noticed that whenever a car drove by, he was always in the act of tossing a pebble into the woods, so that his back was to the street. It’s hard not to notice Paul Newman and he was doing all he could to talk and not be stared at.

William Goldman, Adventures in the Screen Trade (via kim-kelly)

"Mark Strong is credited with inventing the ‘but’ movie credits game. In 2012, he suggested to his friends, film critics Mark Kermode and Simon Mayo, that during opening film credits, rather than an ‘and’ there should be a ‘but’ in the titles to warn the public of the upcoming appearance of a bad actor. So while Apocalypse Now would read ‘starring Martin Sheen, Marlon Brando…and Harrison Ford’, a movie like Django Unchained would read ‘starring Jamie Foxx, Christoph Waltz, Kerry Washington…BUT Quentin Tarantino.’ Listeners to Kermode and Mayo’s weekly radio show have come up with an endless number of movies where the ‘but’ would be applicable. In early 2013, while on the radio show, Strong suggested that one day he probably would be ‘hoisted by my own petard’."

"Mark Strong is credited with inventing the ‘but’ movie credits game. In 2012, he suggested to his friends, film critics Mark Kermode and Simon Mayo, that during opening film credits, rather than an ‘and’ there should be a ‘but’ in the titles to warn the public of the upcoming appearance of a bad actor. So while Apocalypse Now would read ‘starring Martin Sheen, Marlon Brando…and Harrison Ford’, a movie like Django Unchained would read ‘starring Jamie Foxx, Christoph Waltz, Kerry Washington…BUT Quentin Tarantino.’ Listeners to Kermode and Mayo’s weekly radio show have come up with an endless number of movies where the ‘but’ would be applicable. In early 2013, while on the radio show, Strong suggested that one day he probably would be ‘hoisted by my own petard’."

thedailywhat:

Invalid Argument of the Day: “[The Golden Girls] playing D&D with Wil Wheaton in the middle of an iconic D&D bar fight, framed in bacon.”
And thus every argument ever forever was rendered invalid forever and ever amen.

Here is my argument:
Betty White is a reflexive nexus. No matter the scene, she draws focus.
Argument: valid.

thedailywhat:

Invalid Argument of the Day: “[The Golden Girls] playing D&D with Wil Wheaton in the middle of an iconic D&D bar fight, framed in bacon.”

And thus every argument ever forever was rendered invalid forever and ever amen.

Here is my argument:

Betty White is a reflexive nexus. No matter the scene, she draws focus.

Argument: valid.

Defamer:

… in his private life, he’s a bit of an asshole. What are we going to do about Alec?
… he was taken to the hospital after threatening his teenage daughter, Ireland, that he was going to kill himself after they got into a fight. Then, on the way home from the hospital he attacked a photographer. All this pales in comparison, however to the infamous voicemail tirade he left his daughter three years ago calling her a “piggie” and other horrible names.
Baldwin clearly has a very troubling approach to parenthood. Why doesn’t Hollywood and the scolding celebrity industrial complex care that much that he yells at his daughter and manipulates her with death threats? Maybe it’s because they like his work and he’s a liberal. After all, the film-making establishment and Oscar voters forgave Roman Polanski for raping a girl in the ’70s because he’s such a “genius,” why not overlook the fact that Alec Baldwin likes to cuss out his kid?

Having read one hearsay, two mischaracterizations and a bullshit equivalency, I’m guessing it’s because Alec Baldwin has been lucky in his critics. (Really? You going to compare him to a child rapist?) I don’t think I’m that far from middle America by regarding the gossip industry as somewhere between toilet scum and actual feces. The charge of hitting paparazzi doesn’t cut against Baldwin—it’s a sign he’s a human being with boundaries. His ex-wife appears to possess Saudi oil reserves of spite, and most of us wish we lived in a world where Baldwin’s phone call was the very worst thing our parents had ever said to us.
The gossip industry pretending as though they’re not the #2 or #3 actor in Baldwin’s story is pretty weak tea. What are we going to do about Alec? What are we going to do about you, you parasites?

Defamer:

… in his private life, he’s a bit of an asshole. What are we going to do about Alec?

… he was taken to the hospital after threatening his teenage daughter, Ireland, that he was going to kill himself after they got into a fight. Then, on the way home from the hospital he attacked a photographer. All this pales in comparison, however to the infamous voicemail tirade he left his daughter three years ago calling her a “piggie” and other horrible names.

Baldwin clearly has a very troubling approach to parenthood. Why doesn’t Hollywood and the scolding celebrity industrial complex care that much that he yells at his daughter and manipulates her with death threats? Maybe it’s because they like his work and he’s a liberal. After all, the film-making establishment and Oscar voters forgave Roman Polanski for raping a girl in the ’70s because he’s such a “genius,” why not overlook the fact that Alec Baldwin likes to cuss out his kid?

Having read one hearsay, two mischaracterizations and a bullshit equivalency, I’m guessing it’s because Alec Baldwin has been lucky in his critics. (Really? You going to compare him to a child rapist?) I don’t think I’m that far from middle America by regarding the gossip industry as somewhere between toilet scum and actual feces. The charge of hitting paparazzi doesn’t cut against Baldwin—it’s a sign he’s a human being with boundaries. His ex-wife appears to possess Saudi oil reserves of spite, and most of us wish we lived in a world where Baldwin’s phone call was the very worst thing our parents had ever said to us.

The gossip industry pretending as though they’re not the #2 or #3 actor in Baldwin’s story is pretty weak tea. What are we going to do about Alec? What are we going to do about you, you parasites?

I’m still waiting for someone—anyone—to highlight the irony:
Actor wins fame for portrayal of character.
Character revels in death and blood.
Actor almost dies from disease of the blood.
I guess it falls to me.

I’m still waiting for someone—anyone—to highlight the irony:

  1. Actor wins fame for portrayal of character.
  2. Character revels in death and blood.
  3. Actor almost dies from disease of the blood.

I guess it falls to me.

rhiannosaurus:

So, let me get this straight: you’re telling me the general public has found a young white lady with big boobies, a tiny waist, perfect skin and a luscious head of hair attractive? WHOA.

Due respect, but while Christina Hendricks may have many gifts, a skinny waist is not among them.
Not that it matters. During any discussion of her, I feel like I’m supposed to have all these nuanced views about the unfair portrayal of women in the media vis-a-vis body image, objectification, obesity, blah blah blah.
But I don’t. One look at Christina Hendricks and I turn into bad Jim Carrey CGI. My eyes pop out of my skull and my tongue lolls out of my mouth and my hands clap like every bad Warner Bros cliche and and and and ahWHOOga ahWHOOga what were we talking about? I mean, Christ. She’s married to the Schnozzberries guy? The unattractive, funny bit player? How were we young boys to know the Jessica Rabbit archetype was fucking prophecy?

rhiannosaurus:

So, let me get this straight: you’re telling me the general public has found a young white lady with big boobies, a tiny waist, perfect skin and a luscious head of hair attractive? WHOA.

Due respect, but while Christina Hendricks may have many gifts, a skinny waist is not among them.

Not that it matters. During any discussion of her, I feel like I’m supposed to have all these nuanced views about the unfair portrayal of women in the media vis-a-vis body image, objectification, obesity, blah blah blah.

But I don’t. One look at Christina Hendricks and I turn into bad Jim Carrey CGI. My eyes pop out of my skull and my tongue lolls out of my mouth and my hands clap like every bad Warner Bros cliche and and and and ahWHOOga ahWHOOga what were we talking about? I mean, Christ. She’s married to the Schnozzberries guy? The unattractive, funny bit player? How were we young boys to know the Jessica Rabbit archetype was fucking prophecy?

amberofthismoment:


DWIGHT SCHRUTE!?!?!


One sure way to get me riled up is to imply Galaxy Quest was anything other than a fantastic—dare I say—Oscar-worthy film. Any other movie starring Alan Rickman, Sigourney Weaver, Sam Rockwell and Tony Shalhoub would automatically draw Golden Globe consideration today. (Not to mention the great bit work done by Enrico Colantoni and Missi Pyle. I didn’t even know that was Rainn Wilson before now!) That’s an all-star cast.
It’s not even a sci-fi flick as much as it’s a movie that uses the Star Trek backstory as a pretext to talk about actors—actors who have been typecast or marginalized or sexualized, never to fulfill their true potential. 
The knock on William Shatner is that he’s the opposite: a mediocre talent whose fame and fortune far outweigh his natural gifts. So they had to find an actor fitting that decription: Tim Allen. But because it’s a comedy with Tim Allen in a central role, people dismiss it as a “Tim Allen Comedy.” It’s not. Do you really think Sigourney Weaver and Alan Rickman would sign on for a version of The Santa Clause 3?
Pearls before swine. You people are the reason they canceled Arrested Development. And you killed Socrates.

amberofthismoment:

DWIGHT SCHRUTE!?!?!

One sure way to get me riled up is to imply Galaxy Quest was anything other than a fantastic—dare I say—Oscar-worthy film. Any other movie starring Alan Rickman, Sigourney Weaver, Sam Rockwell and Tony Shalhoub would automatically draw Golden Globe consideration today. (Not to mention the great bit work done by Enrico Colantoni and Missi Pyle. I didn’t even know that was Rainn Wilson before now!) That’s an all-star cast.

It’s not even a sci-fi flick as much as it’s a movie that uses the Star Trek backstory as a pretext to talk about actors—actors who have been typecast or marginalized or sexualized, never to fulfill their true potential. 

The knock on William Shatner is that he’s the opposite: a mediocre talent whose fame and fortune far outweigh his natural gifts. So they had to find an actor fitting that decription: Tim Allen. But because it’s a comedy with Tim Allen in a central role, people dismiss it as a “Tim Allen Comedy.” It’s not. Do you really think Sigourney Weaver and Alan Rickman would sign on for a version of The Santa Clause 3?

Pearls before swine. You people are the reason they canceled Arrested Development. And you killed Socrates.

For all the talk about memes and herd behavior and the fickle public with their flavors of the week, this Betty White fever is the opposite of trivial. She really is a consummate, powerful performer with a lifetime of achievement.

For all the talk about memes and herd behavior and the fickle public with their flavors of the week, this Betty White fever is the opposite of trivial. She really is a consummate, powerful performer with a lifetime of achievement.

Director: All right let’s start at the beginning shall we?
Actor: Right, yeh.
Director: What’s the word, what’s the word, I wonder, that Shakespeare decides to begin his sentence with here?
Actor: Er, ‘Time’ is the first word.
Director: Time, Time.
Actor: Yep.
Director: And how does Shakespeare decide to spell it, Hugh?
Actor: T-I-M-E.
Director:  T-I?
Actor: M.
Director:  M-E.
Actor: Yep.
Director: And what sort of spelling of the word is that?
Actor: Well, it’s the ordinary spelling.
Director:  It’s the ordinary spelling, isn’t it? It’s the conventional spelling. So why, out of all the spellings he could have chosen, did Shakespeare choose that one, do you think?
Actor: Well, um, because it gives us time in an ordinary sense.
Director: Exactly, well done, good boy. Because it gives us time in an ordinary, conventional sense.
Actor: Oh, right.
Director: So, Shakespeare has given us time in a conventional sense. But he’s given us something else, Hugh. Have a look at the typography. What do you spy?
Actor: Oh, it’s got a capital T.
Director: Shakespeare’s T is very much upper case there, Hugh, isn’t it? Why?
Actor: Cause it’s the first word in the sentence?
Director: Well I think that’s partly it. But I think there’s another reason too. Shakespeare has given us time in a conventional sense – and time in an abstract sense.
Actor: Right, yes.
Director: All right? Think your voice can convey that, Hugh?
Actor: I hope so.
Director: I hope so too. All right. Give it a go.
Actor: Just the one word?
Director:  Just the one word for the moment.
Actor: Yep. (He howls the word).
Director: Hugh, Hugh, Hugh, Hugh. Where do we gather from?
Actor: Oh, the buttocks.
Director: Always the buttocks. Gather from the buttocks. Thank you.
Actor: Time!
Director: What went wrong there, Hugh?
Actor: Um, I don’t know. I got a bit lost in the middle actually.

Director: All right let’s start at the beginning shall we?

Actor: Right, yeh.

Director: What’s the word, what’s the word, I wonder, that Shakespeare decides to begin his sentence with here?

Actor: Er, ‘Time’ is the first word.

Director: Time, Time.

Actor: Yep.

Director: And how does Shakespeare decide to spell it, Hugh?

Actor: T-I-M-E.

Director: T-I?

Actor: M.

Director: M-E.

Actor: Yep.

Director: And what sort of spelling of the word is that?

Actor: Well, it’s the ordinary spelling.

Director: It’s the ordinary spelling, isn’t it? It’s the conventional spelling. So why, out of all the spellings he could have chosen, did Shakespeare choose that one, do you think?

Actor: Well, um, because it gives us time in an ordinary sense.

Director: Exactly, well done, good boy. Because it gives us time in an ordinary, conventional sense.

Actor: Oh, right.

Director: So, Shakespeare has given us time in a conventional sense. But he’s given us something else, Hugh. Have a look at the typography. What do you spy?

Actor: Oh, it’s got a capital T.

Director: Shakespeare’s T is very much upper case there, Hugh, isn’t it? Why?

Actor: Cause it’s the first word in the sentence?

Director: Well I think that’s partly it. But I think there’s another reason too. Shakespeare has given us time in a conventional sense – and time in an abstract sense.

Actor: Right, yes.

Director: All right? Think your voice can convey that, Hugh?

Actor: I hope so.

Director: I hope so too. All right. Give it a go.

Actor: Just the one word?

Director: Just the one word for the moment.

Actor: Yep. (He howls the word).

Director: Hugh, Hugh, Hugh, Hugh. Where do we gather from?

Actor: Oh, the buttocks.

Director: Always the buttocks. Gather from the buttocks. Thank you.

Actor: Time!

Director: What went wrong there, Hugh?

Actor: Um, I don’t know. I got a bit lost in the middle actually.

“I never said all actors are cattle; what I said was all actors should be treated like cattle.”
-Alfred Hitchcock

“I never said all actors are cattle; what I said was all actors should be treated like cattle.”

-Alfred Hitchcock


He discusses his own performances this way, too, as a technical achievement. “For me, I’ve always had a desire to know how things were done. How things worked.” Though he respects Method actors, who delve deeply into motivation and history, seeking to become the character, Harris prefers to work from the outside in. “When we were filming Dr. Horrible, I was imagining watching it in my living room. When I’m co-hosting with Kelly Ripa, I’m not thinking Neil the Actor, I’m thinking, Housewife, ironing clothes, eleven o’clock. What kind of thing does she want to see?”
You talk a lot about the audience, I point out.
“Well, that’s what we’re doing, isn’t it?” he says. “We’re performing for people.”

 
Neil Patrick Harris gets it.

He discusses his own performances this way, too, as a technical achievement. “For me, I’ve always had a desire to know how things were done. How things worked.” Though he respects Method actors, who delve deeply into motivation and history, seeking to become the character, Harris prefers to work from the outside in. “When we were filming Dr. Horrible, I was imagining watching it in my living room. When I’m co-hosting with Kelly Ripa, I’m not thinking Neil the Actor, I’m thinking, Housewife, ironing clothes, eleven o’clock. What kind of thing does she want to see?”

You talk a lot about the audience, I point out.

“Well, that’s what we’re doing, isn’t it?” he says. “We’re performing for people.”

Neil Patrick Harris gets it.