Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Smile me a River

Just saw The Kings Speech.
It made me smile so broadly I cried.

Not because of the storyline, the music or whatever,
but because he got it right.

Colin Firth got it right.

So right that it almost feels like it was the part he was made for.

As an actress, and especially as somebody who loves film as much as sunshine and the air that I breathe, seeing somebody perform their perfect part is one of the rare, but true and utter joys in life.
(and I don't care if you don't agree in regards to this character, it's enough for me to know that it did have that effect on me)
It's the reason why I see myriads of movies and go to masses of plays; to have the honor to be present some day when somebody has their moment of perfect performance.
Perfection isn't in well articulated, seamlessly performed characters, it's in character-performances that have so much soul it just hurts to watch them. Wether the character is a lovable king or a distraught teenager, or a violent murderer.
Somehow the actor manages to enter that zone within themselves that permits them to give a character so much life it touches the audience in their core.
Even if it's an audience of one.
(as was my case)

On the way home I savored this moment.
Tasted it like I was a kid tasting a piece of candy for the first time.
And it made me intensely happy.

I should be so lucky to one day be able to create even a snippet of that moment for somebody, through something I do. It would be the greatest honor ever.
As it is the greatest honor to experience such a moment as a viewer.

For some reason it made me think back at when I was a kid,
and saw River Phoenix perform for the first time.
His acting was so honest and real that it had huge impact on me.
Of course I couldn't really put my finger on it, back then, I just knew that unlike other girls I didn't have the hots for him (of course I did think he was hot, and cute, duh!) it was more than that...I was in awe because of how he did what he did. Not because he had a cute face.
I longed to be able to perform like he could...
Needless to say, when he died it was one of the saddest moments in my life, it felt like loosing a brother. Or like I call it; my big-brother-actor.

That's kinda the feeling I just got from Colin Firth:
he might not have made the best choices in movies since playing the infamous Mr Darcy in Pride and Prejudice, and he might not be the likeliest of candidates to evoke such thoughts and especially such a moment, but I was so incredible proud of him when I saw him in this movie, oh boy, did I feel proud and overjoyed and....well...I will not throw a cacophony of words your way to describe what I felt...
I was just very very happy.

So, I bow deeply towards River and Colin and the other wonderful actors that I've had the immense pleasure to feel inspired and overjoyed by, and thank you.
From the bottom of my heart.
And I don't care if I sound like a soppy sap whilst doing it.

Beauty is in the heart of the nutty lover, innit?