i tremble.
(Source: sherlockisms)
Clunkymelodramaticfaux-dick-diver-deep? But reach the 2:30 mark and tell me your heart doesn’t move in your pantssss
Trailer for In Time, the new SF film from Andrew Niccol (Gattaca, the Truman Show). I think it looks quite good, a bit of Logan’s Run and some Phillip K. Dickian ideas. And Justin Timberlake, if your into that.
Ignore the long, slicked-back hair and the wretched yellow shirt and ill-fitting pants: this is Peter Campbell speaking like one half Blanche DuBois, one half Joan Holloway, seducing a Ken Cosgrove. One half History Boys, one half Best SNL Skit You’ve Ever Seen.
i don’t care for blond hair on VK — his moon-face complexion is all wrong for it — but i cannot wait to paw at the two-part, 120-minute BBC adaptation of Money. Especially the part when SPOILER SPOILER and he reveals SPOILER.
From a May 19 Telegraph article:
Then there was Kartheiser, who arrived shrouded in the glory of his portrayal of Pete Campbell in the acclaimed drama Mad Men. The mousey Campbell is worlds away from the country-club golden boy Fielding Goodney, but some hair colouring and Kartheiser’s human-dynamo performance worked wonders.
‘They bleached and dyed me and all that stuff, and I’m meant to look very preppy,’ he says. He admits he hadn’t read the book until he was offered the part, but when he did read it, he found it ‘relentless and funny’; his girlfriend trilled, ‘You’re laughing a lot, sweetie. That’s a good sign!’ As well as its black humour, though, he felt that Money had – and still has – an important message to deliver.
‘The book tries to say that money becomes whatever it represents to us – security or pornography or freedom or control,’ says Kartheiser. ‘But I think money is like alcohol. It just tends to accentuate what you always were.’
OBJECTION. I don’t think anybody could call Pete Campbell “mousey.” Ineffectual, perhaps, but certainly not timid or drab. Dancing the Charleston with his perky waifu during Roger Sterling’s derby party [which was. At. A. Country. Club.] is probably the epitome of “country-club golden boy.” It’s the same brand of confident, monied privilege.
at first glance, the large eyes, dark hair and pallor of the girl reminded me of Alison Brie, which would have elevated this photo to Godhand status.
Pete Campbell dreams about this sort of scenario, only sometimes it’s him slung over Don’s shoulder.
But do you know what I’ve always wanted to do? I would pick it up, throw its back legs over my shoulder, and I would drag it through the snow to this little cabin… Then I’d take my big hunting knife and I’d cut this loin right out the side.
This Guardian article has done the miraculous task of engorging my Pete Campbell/Vincent Kartheiser adoration to heretofore unknown size. You know the climactic mutation scene in Akira when Tetsuo’s body swells into an entire stadium, gushing the aisles with veiny tumescent flesh and squishing his fragile girlfriend Kaori until she spatters screaming?
because that’s how much I love Pete/VK.
squish.
to recap the article’s salient points: Vincent Kartheiser is a DIRTY, NON-MONOGAMOUS DOSTOEVSKY HIPPIE WHO WEARS A FAKE WEDDING BAND, CRIES A LOT AND SHITS IN A BOX.
No really, HE SHITS IN A BOX:
“Like, I don’t have a toilet at the moment. My house is just a wooden box. I mean I am planning to get a toilet at some point. But for now I have to go to the neighbours. I threw it all out.”
Okay, maybe he doesn’t shit in a box, but he’s still wonderfully weird and effusive and protective of Pete that I want to bounce in his lap, braid his hair and laugh at 65% of his jokes.
