A Toast To Actors!

For all you birders out there, yes of course what I'm seeing in my garden is a pair of Long Tailed Tits. Juveniles actually so without the pink blush. They are tiny packets of life and noise and they just make you feel good.

Something long overdue in This Acting Lark is a paean of praise to the actor:

What a piece of work is he or she. What a co-operator, what a masterer of skills, what a suspicious, two-faced love-junkie. A mis-fit, a fitter-in, an inside outsider. A burning passion within to interpret and represent the work of great writers, have sex and drink too much.

Accused of being a mercenary tart
(it takes one to know one)
Accused of being thick
(by those with gormless bodies)
Watch out! They can read your mind
(they can also clean your windows, fix your car, educate your children and ruin your marriage)

They are united by triumph and disappointment, by their vanity and generosity, their rage and laughter. They have chosen a bigger life and paid the price. Thank you, just a drop of the Barolo please. Brindisi!


Saw Capote on Friday and it truly is an impressive performance by Philip Seymour Hoffman and Catherine Keener as Harper Lee is stunning. I have to say that Bob Balaban is great as Capote's agent after having slagged off his direction of The Exonerated in a previous post.