(July 10th, 2012) Dearest LJ: Why Kenneth Branagh is the infatuation to end all infatuations, or, How Sir Ken Ruined My Life
My dearest love, thy name is Kenneth Branagh. Resolving upon this contrivance of not partaking in Shakespearean films until I’ve read the plays hath surely vouchsafed my deepest appreciation of this man and his vision for several of the Bard’s greatest plays. Words quit me as easily as they flow from his (fairly nonexistent)lips… compared to him, everyone else sounds like a jabbering fool, parrots merely speaking rote lines as background noise to his glorious self-made symphony which raises us into the heavenly firmament of language and human spirit. If his boyish wooing of Emma Thompson at the end of Henry V set me on this path toward a girly crush, his masterful Benedick to her Beatrice shoved me along with gentle earnestness, and Hamlet, though only half of it I have watched thus far, plowed me under, treading upon my garden of infatuation with most thankful gravity. I’m flattened by this grandest showcase of Shakespearean art.Listen to me, you’d think I’ve never fallen in love before. While there be not a drop of physical lust in this most unexpected and overwhelming of my heart’s endeavours, perhaps tis truth.Looking back on my research (books, podcasts, the plays, commentaries) his name was always conjured with quiet and deep respect. There he was, directing AND acting in his films, always casting himself as the lead. I could only conclude that he was either a complete dick or the best there ever was. He’s probably both, but he’s all abnormally talented nonetheless. I look forward to the remainder of Hamlet, his Iago, his Love’s Labors Lost, and whatever the hell else involves his voice and direction. PS: He looks like Ewan McGregor with no lips and a bigger face.PSS: I love thee, Branagh. I love thee with all the heat and fury that the sun would pour forth for 5 billion years.UPDATE: Yeah, about the physical lust… Totally gave in to that fairly soon after I remembered that he’s a TOTAL FUCKING BAMF STUD.

(July 10th, 2012) Dearest LJ: Why Kenneth Branagh is the infatuation to end all infatuations, or, How Sir Ken Ruined My Life

My dearest love, thy name is Kenneth Branagh. 

Resolving upon this contrivance of not partaking in Shakespearean films until I’ve read the plays hath surely vouchsafed my deepest appreciation of this man and his vision for several of the Bard’s greatest plays. Words quit me as easily as they flow from his (fairly nonexistent)lips… compared to him, everyone else sounds like a jabbering fool, parrots merely speaking rote lines as background noise to his glorious self-made symphony which raises us into the heavenly firmament of language and human spirit. 

If his boyish wooing of Emma Thompson at the end of Henry V set me on this path toward a girly crush, his masterful Benedick to her Beatrice shoved me along with gentle earnestness, and Hamlet, though only half of it I have watched thus far, plowed me under, treading upon my garden of infatuation with most thankful gravity. I’m flattened by this grandest showcase of Shakespearean art.

Listen to me, you’d think I’ve never fallen in love before. While there be not a drop of physical lust in this most unexpected and overwhelming of my heart’s endeavours, perhaps tis truth.

Looking back on my research (books, podcasts, the plays, commentaries) his name was always conjured with quiet and deep respect. There he was, directing AND acting in his films, always casting himself as the lead. I could only conclude that he was either a complete dick or the best there ever was. He’s probably both, but he’s all abnormally talented nonetheless. 

I look forward to the remainder of Hamlet, his Iago, his Love’s Labors Lost, and whatever the hell else involves his voice and direction. 

PS: He looks like Ewan McGregor with no lips and a bigger face.
PSS: I love thee, Branagh. I love thee with all the heat and fury that the sun would pour forth for 5 billion years.
UPDATE: Yeah, about the physical lust… Totally gave in to that fairly soon after I remembered that he’s a TOTAL FUCKING BAMF STUD.

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