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apollaGuess who was in Leicester Square last night as Tom Cruise arrived? Yes indeed, I was on my way towards the tube station from the National Gallery (I'd been hanging out with the Raphaels trying to pretend I was in the beauty and splendour of Florence) before going to Wembley to see the musical version of Jeff Wayne's The War of the Worlds when he arrived and, thinking I'd observe the spectacle to kill time, I hung around for awhile.
He is unutterably smug and yet also unimpressive closer up than usual.
Standing amongst hundreds of mindlessly adoring Tom Cruise fans made me think of the Connery line in Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade:
"We are pilgrims in an unholy land."
I'm all for 'to each his own' but I just wanted to scream at these people to calm the fuck down. Tom Cruise is a middlingly-able actor, a rather poor example of humanity and a publicity-driven attention whore. He always intended to come to London- there was never a question that he would stay at home with The Only Child Anyone Cares That He Has. Bollocks to what he was saying.
Don't believe the hype. Unfortunately, you guys aren't the ones that need to hear this, and the people yesterday weren't listening.
More importantly: Mission: Impossible III looks thoroughly shite, even with Philip Seymour Hoffman.
The War Of the Worlds was OK, weird and pants all at the same time. The 3-d Richard Burton head was strange because only the mouth moved and, being mechanical, had no emotion or feeling. I found myself not looking at it whenever possible. Justin Hayward was wonderful, although his voice bears the marks of time. Alexis James in David Essex's role of the Artilleryman was a good singer but needed to ditch the stage school miming stuff. Russell Watson SUCKED as Parson Nathaniel, and I don't just say this because of who made the role his own back in the day. The girl playing Beth was OK, but a bit too Corr-ish. THe orchestra were great. No matter how fucking awful Russell Watson was (and he was), the orchestra was great and I'll never forget hearing Forever Autumn live by Jeff Wayne conducting and Justin Hayward singing. It was beautiful. Not to mention having Richard Burton's voice blasted at me from all sides.
Now a meme to finish:
What Caught Your Eye?
In a comment, or several, explain why you decided to friend me on LJ, or first contact me in real life or on some other website. Feel freel to say whatever you'd like about how you noticed me. All comments are screened.
Until next time!
He is unutterably smug and yet also unimpressive closer up than usual.
Standing amongst hundreds of mindlessly adoring Tom Cruise fans made me think of the Connery line in Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade:
"We are pilgrims in an unholy land."
I'm all for 'to each his own' but I just wanted to scream at these people to calm the fuck down. Tom Cruise is a middlingly-able actor, a rather poor example of humanity and a publicity-driven attention whore. He always intended to come to London- there was never a question that he would stay at home with The Only Child Anyone Cares That He Has. Bollocks to what he was saying.
Don't believe the hype. Unfortunately, you guys aren't the ones that need to hear this, and the people yesterday weren't listening.
More importantly: Mission: Impossible III looks thoroughly shite, even with Philip Seymour Hoffman.
The War Of the Worlds was OK, weird and pants all at the same time. The 3-d Richard Burton head was strange because only the mouth moved and, being mechanical, had no emotion or feeling. I found myself not looking at it whenever possible. Justin Hayward was wonderful, although his voice bears the marks of time. Alexis James in David Essex's role of the Artilleryman was a good singer but needed to ditch the stage school miming stuff. Russell Watson SUCKED as Parson Nathaniel, and I don't just say this because of who made the role his own back in the day. The girl playing Beth was OK, but a bit too Corr-ish. THe orchestra were great. No matter how fucking awful Russell Watson was (and he was), the orchestra was great and I'll never forget hearing Forever Autumn live by Jeff Wayne conducting and Justin Hayward singing. It was beautiful. Not to mention having Richard Burton's voice blasted at me from all sides.
Now a meme to finish:
What Caught Your Eye?
In a comment, or several, explain why you decided to friend me on LJ, or first contact me in real life or on some other website. Feel freel to say whatever you'd like about how you noticed me. All comments are screened.
Until next time!
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Date: 2006-04-26 23:27 (UTC)Word. I cannot stand Tom Cruise and I don't happen to like any of his movies really. When I was young I hated Top Gun; I still hate it to this day.
As for his child...are we even sure they had a child? Are you sure it isn't all a hoax? I so feel like they are playing us for some weird reason, or maybe it's because I want Katie Holmes not to be the pod person that she has become.
I cannot for the life of me remember why I friended you other than the fact that you were on the HMS Pumpkin Pie when it was still in it's infancy over at FAP. Also, I liked the fanfic you were writing. It's been far too long since that time we met and I am terrible with my memory. I am glad that I friended you though because of all the wonderful conversations we've had (though that doesn't happen often now does it?) and all the Bonding we've done (we haven't done a lot of that lately either).
*hugs* Always thinking of you even if I hardly ever comment.
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Date: 2006-04-27 12:11 (UTC)I can't remember either- which is why I took part in the meme! SCUSA, man! That seems like yesterday and a million years ago - it's totally different now, of course.
Speaking of Bond, just for you:
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James Bond surveyed the barren landscape with a bitter sort of expression on his face. He began to construct his argument to M when he would be called back to London, and he would be.
"You know I don't like to dodge the blame, M, but it wasn't my fault at all. You see, what happened was that nobody recognised me with blond hair, then I had my teeth punched out by a girl and well... my new car was a manual gearshift and I can't drive those, so I was bunnyhopping down the street, then I fell off a truck and well... I couldn't even find a girl for the longest time..."
"Be quiet," he imagined M saying sharply. "It's to Lazenby Camp for you. Enjoy the quiet."
He imagined shuffling morosely out of the office before hearing M's voice cut through the intercom to Miss Moneypenny.
"Miss Moneypenny, do you have Dougray Scott's number?"