| May. 10th, 2009 @ 05:29 pm Feared by the bad, loved by the good |
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It's been ages since I did a post featuring rudery, so I'm probably safe to do another one without too many accusations that this blog is only about naked men. Besides, it's probably rude of me to mention all those naked men onstage that most readers won't get to see, if I don't at least share when the nakedness is in pictures what I found on FMF And That.
Anyway, I remember spotting Jonas Armstrong back when he was a recurring guest star on Teachers, as the student Penny was having an affair with. There was a frustratingly distant shot of him in a towel, as I recall. So I was a bit excited when he was announced as the lead in the BBC's Robin Hood¹. Three series later the attraction has waned a bit, largely due to the fact that the aforementioned Robin Hood is, well, shit. (And yet it's had three series already, and presumably a fourth is planned since there's a lot of talk about how they'll replace Armstrong when he leaves at the end of the current run.) Having said that, I still watch it most weeks, glutton for punishment that I am (and because when the competition's Primeval, it suddenly seems a more attractive prospect.) So what's Jonas done to get back into my affections? Well getting naked in a film version of Clive Barker's Books of Blood won't hurt.
In rather typical Clive Barker fashion, he seems to have spun an entire film out of the prologue to the books. As an aside, I once did an extract from the Books of Blood in the Forensics Tournament² at school. Having done it for a few years and working out we had no chance because the two big schools' judges gave each other all the points so they'd share the prizes at the end³, in my last year I decided to just have a laugh and fuck with them. So for my dramatic reading I did an extract from the short story "Dread" - the one about the insane clown who axe-murders a baddie with a phobia of WOULDN'TYAKNOWIT? axe-wielding clowns. Is it my fault the scary bits were delivered with me staring directly into the judges' eyes? We just so happened to have rehearsed it that way.
Where was I? Oh yes, the bit you all clicked on before reading the above paragraph (assuming you bothered to go back to it - hey, rare insight into my slightly odd adolescence there, don't complain) because I promised Jonas Armstrong-related ( NSFW rudery )
¹Americans and other aliens may know him from this series, if you get BBC America or whatever channel shows it where you are
²For a change, something the people on this side of the pond will need more of an explanation of than the Americans, since it's something that seemed to originate there. No, it doesn't involve schoolkids solving murders. It's an inter-school competition with categories like debate, improvisation, short drama scenes etc.
³We used to get the scoresheets back at the end, and in my first year one judge's entire commentary on my rehearsed reading was "mood story." Lazy fuckers. |
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