Not only does PA find him really cute–and that may help her find more women–but she also finds him a really great actor too.
I love “Walk the Line.” I really do. Because.of.him. I have it on DVD. I could watch it over and over.
Now there is Method Acting and then there is Method Acting. Like, I am going to “reincarnate” you and bring you back from the grave! And to think that he had to learn to sing like Johnny Cash (obviously he could already sing) and play the guitar like him (he could not play the guitar at all.) Well, golly gee, fuck me. Maybe no one else out there thinks that’s quite an accomplishment but I certainly do!
Speaking of no one thinking it is much of an accomplishment, he only received two awards for his performance. A whole whack of them went to Reese Witherspoon (who I thought was excellent as well–she did all of her own singing too) but he carried the film. He was nominated for many but only won a Golden Globe for his role and a Grammy for the soundtrack (shared with the Producer.) I read an interview with him and he said he didn’t give a toss about awards. Oh, you’ve got to love him even more.
I don’t give a toss about awards either. Well, receiving them is nice–but all of the Hollywood (or otherwise produced, famous crap?) Watching them all march down the “red carpet,” completely dolled up, listening to the television announcers prattle on about what they are wearing. Also, watching the television “personalities” tripping each over, not getting there fast enough, wishing they were as famous as the stars they are trying to talk to for a scant 60 seconds or less! Well, there might be some amusement in that but it wears thin after a very brief time.
The show itself? Gah. Painful. The same speeches, the boring hosts making tiresome jokes and thus sending their careers further down the toilet… The only time I did hear anyone say anything remotely entertaining was from the wonderful mouth of the wonderful Hugh Laurie when he won something. No doubt another man who cares very little about these statuettes. Oh, I once heard that Jodie Foster kept (one of) her Oscars in her bathroom years ago. That’s kind of funny.
I haven’t streamed anything for a long time so here’s some Walk the Line stuff. Yay.
Not only does PA find him really cute–and that may help her find more women–but she also finds him a really great actor too.
I love “Walk the Line.” I really do. Because.of.him. I have it on DVD. I could watch it over and over.
Now there is Method Acting and then there is Method Acting. Like, I am going to “reincarnate” you and bring you back from the grave! And to think that he had to learn to sing like Johnny Cash (obviously he could already sing) and play the guitar like him (he could not play the guitar at all.) Well, golly gee, fuck me. Maybe no one else out there thinks that’s quite an accomplishment but I certainly do!
Speaking of no one thinking it is much of an accomplishment, he only received two awards for his performance. A whole whack of them went to Reese Witherspoon (who I thought was excellent as well–she did all of her own singing too) but he carried the film. He was nominated for many but only won a Golden Globe for his role and a Grammy for the soundtrack (shared with the Producer.) I read an interview with him and he said he didn’t give a toss about awards. Oh, you’ve got to love him even more.
I don’t give a toss about awards either. Well, receiving them is nice–but all of the Hollywood (or otherwise produced, famous crap?) Watching them all march down the “red carpet,” completely dolled up, listening to the television announcers prattle on about what they are wearing. Also, watching the television “personalities” tripping each over, not getting there fast enough, wishing they were as famous as the stars they are trying to talk to for a scant 60 seconds or less! Well, there might be some amusement in that but it wears thin after a very brief time.
The show itself? Gah. Painful. The same speeches, the boring hosts making tiresome jokes and thus sending their careers further down the toilet… The only time I did hear anyone say anything remotely entertaining was from the wonderful mouth of the wonderful Hugh Laurie when he won something. No doubt another man who cares very little about these statuettes. Oh, I once heard that Jodie Foster kept (one of) her Oscars in her bathroom years ago. That’s kind of funny.
I haven’t streamed anything for a long time so here’s some Walk the Line stuff. Yay.