I first began noticing Sam Rockwell fairly recently with the release of The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford in 2007. He was really brilliant in the role. There was no ego to be seen, no obvious pretence – he had just transitioned in to the character of Charley Ford utterly convincingly. It stood out as a good performance, but perhaps not exceptional – until I started seeing him, or rather noticing him, in other things too.
I rewatched The Green Mile and he was there, grotesque and despicable as ‘Wild Bill’. In Frost/ Nixon as determined researcher James Reston, and then came Moon. Wow! What a tour de force. He really blew me out of the water with that one. To steer a film through an hour and a half single handedly and bring it out the other side with critical acclaim is talent indeed. He cropped up again in Everybody’s Fine alongside De Niro and he was totally different again. I had managed to hold back tears in that film until one scene where Rockwell makes the smallest and most subtle gesture to prevent himself tearing up. It was so natural I ended up weeping like a child! And now as if to show the other side of the coin he plays Justin Hammer in Iron Man 2. And what a bloody brilliant performance executed with what can only be called ‘panache’. He was stylish and comically charismatic to a T. Actors just don’t get better than that.
Look over his film listing on IMDB. An unbelievably prolific actor and particularly in the latter years he’s featured in generally lauded films.
I once heard someone say, Michael Caine I think, that he didn’t want people to sit there and think “wow, what good acting” because then he hasn’t done his job, he wanted people to believe he was the characters he played. If that’s true, maybe I’ve overrated Sam Rockwell, but if there’s any leniency in such a statement, and surely there must be or actors would never receive acclaim, then I believe Rockwell to be one of the highest caliber actors I’ve been fortunate enough to watch.
And I haven’t seen Choke (2008) yet. Maybe I’ll knock back with a glass of rum and enjoy that now…
The Kid invites us all to justify our love for film in 20 words. I thought about going one better and using 21, but concluded that would be cheating. Here’s my 2 cents in 20 words:
Films can be funny, beautiful, introspective; can raise spirits or dash joy from the heart. Always, they are life changing.
Question: At what age do women begin using terms of endearment to totally unfamiliar strangers?
I’m 22. I don’t know of any girls in my age group who add “my love/ lovey/ my dear” or similar, to the end of a sentence except those on an acting course, and they’re drama students, it would be weird if they didn’t.
I’m not complaining. In a way I like it. It’s a friendly mannerism in a world that usually treats strangers stand-offishly. I’m just wondering at what point it all starts…
It’s definitely a female thing. There are few men that aren’t perverts or, to poach a Peter Kay phrase, uncle nobheads that would do something similar. It could be that men simply aren’t that nice, or it could be that they lack confidence. It could even be that they just don’t want to be labelled perverts or uncle nobheads. Or just nobheads.
Maybe your perception changes as you grow older. Perhaps I’ll reach an age one day when I’ll wake up and see young people differently. Somehow they will all appear charming and sweet and I’ll be inclined to stop at the side of the road to pick up a girl hitchhiker and I’ll wind down the window, remove my shades and say: Where you going, darling?
No. That would still be weird.
Here we are in the morn of summer and I’m posting a video arrangement of a christmas carol. The thing is, this is far less festive than one might expect, and I think it should be a little thought-provoking and introspective enough to suit the sun. Certainly I find myself day dreaming considerably more with warmth and light on my face – it’s just a pity none of that translates in to word pieces! Anyway, enjoy this, I recorded it with a few friends last year sometime.
A good writer is someone for whom the pen is mightier than the sword (because let’s face it, the only thing the sword will get you is a swift criminal record and a spot of community service – prisons are too overcrowded for a proper sentence. Excuse the pun).
A good writer is someone who can manipulate language to affect the reader, whether that be challenging convention, swaying opinion or simply selling them the new fragrance from Chanel – not as easy as one might think.
A good writer can turn a boring passage in to a humourous story or encourage thought to evolve in to action. With words they can speak for presidents or appeal for change from passers by. The latter is unfortunately more likely as it’s a competitive industry!
All a writer needs is his pen and his heart. Although of course, hi-tech computing facilities never go amiss.