David Thewlis
oh, david thewlis.
(mmmmmm)
i discovered him when i was a wee 20-something-year-old, spilling his um... heart in naked. sadly, i can't remember a damned thing about the movie other than the blurriest of memory-snapshots, so i can't say whether or not i recommend it. (note to self: see it again.) oh no wait, there's actually a possibility i saw him in total eclipse first. he played paul verlaine, back in a time when i used to like poets (inside joke, don't worry). i remember thinking the movie was ok, and i remember my poet lover / rimbaud worshipper hating it. who knows? all i know is that since that first time (whichever fucking movie it was), i haven't been able to stop thinking about david thewlis and that dirty little mouth of his. that tilt to his top lip makes me fucking insane, for reasons i can't begin to comprehend.
his status as flavour of my month happened yesterday. yesterday i slowly, so slowly puttered around my wee flat, gathering an incredibly impressive array (and number) of empty bottles. (i ended up hosting an impromptu thanksgiving feast. fear not ducklings, a thorough update will follow as soon as my schedule's less mental.) one thing i love to do while puttering is watching shit movies - you know, the kinds you don't really need to pay "that" much attention to. yesterday's selection was restoration, an incredibly "meh" movie (to put it politely) in which mr. thewlis looks HOLY FUCK SO FUCKING GOOD in a far-too-secondary role. i was inspired, and slid in a movie i know and love well, and, of course, completely recommend. if you're into quiet, difficult love stories that is. or african music. or bertolucci. or all of the above: they're all gratified in this movie. the movie's besieged.
and oh that mouth...
if you end up seeing it, there's a part where he's composing a piece (he plays a pianist). his unrequiting muse enters and as he gazes intently at her, his music bursts to life, from a sweet melody to the racing, pacing quiver coursing through his heart. she begins to hear it, to hear him. she starts to fall. he notices. he's thrilled, he's aflame. he's fucking hot. dear god, get me some water.
oh, and sure, he's smart and talented, yea yea that too. and really, i truly respect his range. it's impressive! he's been in some truly riveting films. i'm not all about the lip.
(yes i am)
first person to put him in touch with me gets a prize.
6 comments:
"he's thrilled, he's aflame. he's fucking hot. dear god, get me some water."
Once again, I laugh out loud, running to the kitchen, and grabbing the nearest pitcher, fills it every so quickly, runs across the room and douses Lady Kaen..."
Ah, the splash of wetness, water filling tight spaces, clothing sticking to skin, hair dripping every so romantically. and the lady smiles. Passion oozes from her skin like heat rising off the ground. isn't it wonderful !!!
jeremy
Hey dude! Is he the fellow from Moulin Rouge? The nemesis fellow? And who is this Jeremy who douses you with water?
M
Jeremy is a mysterious fan of the Lady Kaen. If you click my name you'll see why. I am taken by her witty and wonderful prose. A fellow Canadian blogger, not afraid to see the beauty in a woman. hey Lady Kaen.
hey miruandua-desu! naw man, you're thinking of richard roxburgh, a man who is brilliant and very much worthy of heaps of admiration; but apparently altogether lacking a top lip - so very unlike the delicious voluptuousness of mr. thewlis' top lip. mmmmm, thewlis. if you actually click on david thewlis' name at the top of my post, it brings you to a complete filmography. (all the colourful words are links.) he was most recently seen in the prizoner of azkhaban (also with gary oldman. hm, maybe he'll be next month's flavour...)
> and douses Lady Kaen...
you're a sweet guy, but jeremy - i gotta say that if you ever tossed a glass of water at me, i'd kick your ass!
but seriously though, whoa, all that tight spaces and passion talk got me a little freaked for a second. do you pray to your god with that mouth!? *teasing*
but perhaps it might be wise (for the soothing of any friend who may be reading along, imagining dark desperate scenes of dead black roses, and silent stalking) to inform my readers that you are indeed engaged to be married. check it out guys, really! just click his name and you'll get his blog.
gt's all around, oh yea.
more on besieged.
this is from an email to a friend. he was talking about a tree touched by autumn, this is my reply.
> little moments that remind you of the beauty of existance....
i watched besieged yesterday - my own little reminder that beauty can be bittersweet, life can be painfully gorgeous and so strenuously unpredictable. life is a beautiful, evil, treacherous and benevolent cunt. and gawd bless her for it!
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