Лучший подарок на Рождество ))

суббота, 24 декабря 2011

12:50

Odillia

Потрясающая статья в Таймс о Бенедикте и Шерлоке :jump4:

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Она настолько забавна и изумительна, что хочется цитировать почти всё подряд

Но я всё-таки постараюсь сдержаться и приведу только самое-самое... )))

Cumberbatch – with his clay-white skin, sexy-sloth face and pub-time jaguar growl – became instant pin-up totty

Боже, какие слова находят для выражения своего впечатления от Бенедикта! :tongue:

"лицо сексуального ленивца"... впрочем, кого только не находили )) похожим на ленивца!

читать дальшеCumberbatch himself, on the other hand, is wearing a faded band T-shirt, and exudes the air of an indie kid in his late teens or early twenties. He’s bright and enthusiastic and friendly – his is the air of someone who helps mums carry buggies up stairs. - тимуровец ты наш :bigkiss:

When the read-through starts, however, this gonky teenager disappears, and he slips, effortlessly, into the stiff-backed, cold-eyed, Pentium 20 brain of Holmes. His delivery can still the room – even in his T-shirt, in this bright summer sunshine.

Out on the street, Cumberbatch is fiddling with his phone. Tomorrow is his birthday: “And I can’t get a restaurant reservation,” he says, mournfully. “They won’t call me back. I should have said my name was Sherlock Holmes.” He squints down the street. “I guess I’ll just have to… have a picnic.”
It is a uniquely dolorous delivery of the word “picnic”. :facepalm:

In this series, we see Holmes’s bedroom for the first time – I note it has an en suite bathroom, and is very tidy. (“Holmes is the kind of flatmate who would keep his room tidy by throwing all his mess out into the front room,” Moffat notes.) - я знал, я знал! :jump4:

а то - гниющие трупы препарированных животных у него на кровати, как же!

Wander outside, and you find Benedict Cumberbatch, in all his Holmesian glory, sitting at a picnic table, smoking a fag. Today is a good day for Cumberbatch, he reflects, as he sips from a polystyrene cup of coffee marked “Benedict”. (“I try to get them to write ‘Sir Benedict’ on it. Occasionally they oblige.”) - на этом месте все умерли от свуна

Freeman does Sherlock because he loves it. He regards Cumberbatch incredibly highly: “He’s sweet and generous in an almost childlike way. He’s very easy to screw over. I could take advantage of him playing cards. Actually, I must take advantage of him playing cards. But as an actor, he’s one of the very few people I’ve worked with whose taste I don’t question. Even subconsciously I’m not going, ‘Well, I wouldn’t have done it like that.’ He commits.” - умерли повторно

“One woman came up to me,” he says, eventually, “and asked me about my favourite cheese. I told her which one – how you chisel away so you can get a little shard that tastes so good, because you’ve worked so hard for it. Then she said, ‘Can you draw the cheese?’ and I’m afraid I said no. You know,” he says, both despairingly and indignantly, “it’s really difficult to draw cheese.”
Тамблр тут же откликнулся: "Две вещи, которые не может сделать Бенедикт: нарезать помидоры и нарисовать сыр" (completelycumberbatched) :alles:

Ну вот не надо ля-ля! Не знаю как насчёт сыра, но с помидорами он прекрасно управился! ))

Иии... сенсация!
В то время как подавляющая часть фандома сходит с ума по чёрным локонам Шерлока, сам Бенедикт не любит их! считая, что они делают его... женственным :facepalm:

We then move on to what I think is the most devastating revelation I’ve ever got from an interview subject: Cumberbatch does not like his Sherlock hair.
“I was short and blonde in Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, and I really, really didn’t like coming back to this hair for this second series. I can’t think of a wittier or even accurate comparison, but I just think it makes me look a bit like… a woman.”

On a tiny BBC budget, on schedules that nearly broke everybody, the new series of Sherlock looks like a love affair with possibility and ambition: visually dazzling and vibrating with unexpected neural leaps, it spends half its time being the funniest show on TV, and then casually cracks your heart, right across the centre. And, oh, the sheer brightness. I have seen audiences clap for things that move them, or make them laugh – but this is the first time I have ever seen a plot-point so clever and unexpected that it prompts a whole room to applaud it.

Three minutes in, Mark Gatiss leans over to Steven Moffat and whispers something. Moffat starts to laugh – and then looks quite sombre.
Afterwards, in the bar, I ask Moffat what Gatiss said. “That it’s never going to get any better than this,” he replies. “I started to laugh, because I thought it was a joke – and then I realised he was right. It probably won’t get any better than this.”
He pauses.
“Until we write the next series, obviously.” He looks down into his wine. “That’s going to be amazing.” - вот оно! вот!!! :ura: