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Sadly, I keep having the urge to just wander on over to Kryptonsite and just stare at the front page. *sigh*
Sorry, my Christopher Reeve fascination can take over at odd moments. *g* I will always have a bias towardd any actor that plays Clark Kent, but especially so for Chris.
After all, he got me hooked.
So, in my boredom and transfixtion, I came to the conclusion that even though Chris was the same age as Tom when he first played Superman, there's something about Tom that just wouldn't equal his playing an adult Clark Kent at this time.
It's all in the eyes.
There's a certain age, life experience, some sort of knowledge that Chris had in his eyes at the time that transferred over to the screen as being older. A certain been-there, done-that that works for the guy who saves everyone.
Now Tom, he's got more innocence in his eyes. At times his age comes through in his eyes, but not too often. Which works for him to play a younger Clark Kent.
Of course, I'm of the mindset that no matter how talented the actor, there are very few that are able to curb their intelligence (or lack thereof) to the proper extent when they're facing the camera. In most actors, a little bit of something comes through in the eyes. That makes it really hard for intelligent actors to come off as slow. Their eyes snap too much. Or someone who's not as intelligent, or just really sucks as an actor (and we're all looking at the Baywatch babes here), they come across as confused when playing, say, a doctor. Or they just look like they can't act.
But those that can find the balance are a pleasure to watch. It's very rare, and when it's done right, it's great. In the case of Chris and Tom, I think their maturity and intelligence match nicely with the characters they're playing.
And thus ends my inane rambling of the day. *g*
Sorry, my Christopher Reeve fascination can take over at odd moments. *g* I will always have a bias towardd any actor that plays Clark Kent, but especially so for Chris.
After all, he got me hooked.
So, in my boredom and transfixtion, I came to the conclusion that even though Chris was the same age as Tom when he first played Superman, there's something about Tom that just wouldn't equal his playing an adult Clark Kent at this time.
It's all in the eyes.
There's a certain age, life experience, some sort of knowledge that Chris had in his eyes at the time that transferred over to the screen as being older. A certain been-there, done-that that works for the guy who saves everyone.
Now Tom, he's got more innocence in his eyes. At times his age comes through in his eyes, but not too often. Which works for him to play a younger Clark Kent.
Of course, I'm of the mindset that no matter how talented the actor, there are very few that are able to curb their intelligence (or lack thereof) to the proper extent when they're facing the camera. In most actors, a little bit of something comes through in the eyes. That makes it really hard for intelligent actors to come off as slow. Their eyes snap too much. Or someone who's not as intelligent, or just really sucks as an actor (and we're all looking at the Baywatch babes here), they come across as confused when playing, say, a doctor. Or they just look like they can't act.
But those that can find the balance are a pleasure to watch. It's very rare, and when it's done right, it's great. In the case of Chris and Tom, I think their maturity and intelligence match nicely with the characters they're playing.
And thus ends my inane rambling of the day. *g*
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...wanna play.
I'm bored. I have things I could be working on (boring things), but why do that when I can play in a very bored manner online?
Let's see, I could try to figure out why the hell I have 2 dependents claimed on my W-4 form (and let me tell you, I am almost too scared to change it, because I don't want to get audited).
Or I could be updating our list of Legislators for the state of NC, since they've all been sworn in and are working now.
Or I could clean my desk.
Or take that damn arrangement of flowers and chuck them out the window. Gah. Fresh flowers are nice, but there are some damn strong lilies in there, and since my allergies have passed, and I now have the ability to breathe through both nostrils, I would prefer not to be breathing in pollen or any of it's related smells or whatnot.
See? The stuff even has me rambling incoherently.
On the fun side, I actually volunteered to be in charge of the guest list for my sister's wedding. I know, more than likely I have "over-confident moron" stamped on my forehead. But I do databases and contact lists a lot, so maybe I can bully a few in-laws into handing over names and addresses.
Maybe.
Yeah right. Who am I kidding? I'll just sic my sister on them. *g* That should instill the fear of God.
Okay, bored again. I think the boredom is contagious.
So, class tonight. Yay. Criminology. See? Still bored.
Criminalistics did reveal last night that by the end of the semester I will be able to do casting of footprints, lift fingerprints, process a crime scene, fill out governmental paperwork, even examine tool markings. That actually had me about to jump out of my seat with excitement. Definite cool stuff. I'm telling you, definite cool stuff.
Did read a book a week or so ago that was interesting. The Boy Next Door by Meggin Cabot. Newsweek recommended it, so I thought, why not?
Very different read. It's all emails, so while it is sort of the standard romance, there's the disconnect of reading it from the perspective of all emails. I will have to admit though that by the end, I was laughing hysterically because of one character. The dimwitted supermodel was just way too funny. So if you want light and funny, go for this one.
And again bored. *sigh* Okay, I'll end this entry and spare everyone the horror of rambling on.
I'm bored. I have things I could be working on (boring things), but why do that when I can play in a very bored manner online?
Let's see, I could try to figure out why the hell I have 2 dependents claimed on my W-4 form (and let me tell you, I am almost too scared to change it, because I don't want to get audited).
Or I could be updating our list of Legislators for the state of NC, since they've all been sworn in and are working now.
Or I could clean my desk.
Or take that damn arrangement of flowers and chuck them out the window. Gah. Fresh flowers are nice, but there are some damn strong lilies in there, and since my allergies have passed, and I now have the ability to breathe through both nostrils, I would prefer not to be breathing in pollen or any of it's related smells or whatnot.
See? The stuff even has me rambling incoherently.
On the fun side, I actually volunteered to be in charge of the guest list for my sister's wedding. I know, more than likely I have "over-confident moron" stamped on my forehead. But I do databases and contact lists a lot, so maybe I can bully a few in-laws into handing over names and addresses.
Maybe.
Yeah right. Who am I kidding? I'll just sic my sister on them. *g* That should instill the fear of God.
Okay, bored again. I think the boredom is contagious.
So, class tonight. Yay. Criminology. See? Still bored.
Criminalistics did reveal last night that by the end of the semester I will be able to do casting of footprints, lift fingerprints, process a crime scene, fill out governmental paperwork, even examine tool markings. That actually had me about to jump out of my seat with excitement. Definite cool stuff. I'm telling you, definite cool stuff.
Did read a book a week or so ago that was interesting. The Boy Next Door by Meggin Cabot. Newsweek recommended it, so I thought, why not?
Very different read. It's all emails, so while it is sort of the standard romance, there's the disconnect of reading it from the perspective of all emails. I will have to admit though that by the end, I was laughing hysterically because of one character. The dimwitted supermodel was just way too funny. So if you want light and funny, go for this one.
And again bored. *sigh* Okay, I'll end this entry and spare everyone the horror of rambling on.
.