I’m a total Marmite actor, you either love what I do or hate it. I’ve done it all: incest, matricide, plenty of gay roles, paedophillia… Although I’m not sure I should really be joking about those things – I’m a bit worried it won’t come across all that well. I read on a blog once: “Eddie Redmayne either does period dramas or plays American f***-ups”.
one place you must never, ever find yourself.
“I’m easily worth two men.”
spare me a thought now and then? in fact, you know what: run. run, you clever boy, and remember me.
I believe a website called the-pirate-bay, and I got a key generator? I think that’s what it’s called. One of those majiggers that gives you a product code. But it was something like three years ago that I got it, so I’m fuzzy on the details. I have an actual legal copy that my dad got on a grant for work, but it’s for Windows only and I’m a Mac girl (sigh).
I was reading the Entertainment Weekly recap of The Name of the Doctor earlier today and something really bugged me about it.
But instead of continuing to one-up Moffat’s impossible promises (that time-travel was a storyteller’s master key, allowing the series to come alive with exploration as an expression of not just humanity but humanness), the show dispatched the Ponds and delivered to us an “Impossible Girl,” Clara Oswin, with the impossible ability to come back from the dead, no matter the year, place, or cause of death. Before this week, it was a hook nifty enough to let Clara get away without having a personality. Nothing against Jenna-Louise Coleman, but does Clara want anything? She has preferences but not needs.