Thursday, December 20, 2012

Handled III: The Ghost of Richard Armitage

Have you ever felt someone slipping away?  Becoming elusive? Becoming immersed in another world that confuses you and you don't know what you've missed? Becoming a mere wisp of their former selves?

People like Phillipa Boyens, a Hobbit bigwig, rave about the Armitage:

But even more important for her was that Armitage, like Thorin, exuded decency, strength and goodness, but with a slight dark obsession underneath.
"There's a self-awareness of it, too, which is really interesting because that's also the character," Boyens says. "He's got real depth, genuinely, as an actor. He's just going to keep getting better and better.

I take this statement largely as truth.  It has been reiterated more than once and therefore validated.  So, let us go from there.

Jane, in the comments below, responding to the possibility that the Armitage is basing himself in New York,  reasonably posits the idea, which I have never considered, that maybe we don't know the 'Leicester bloke'. Maybe he does not aspire to what we expect from him or aspire for him- that he does not aspire to thespian greatness, but rather to conquer Hollywood.  This has been an eye opener for me, because it's the only argument that resolves for me the cognitive dissonance that I've been experiencing between his seeming humility and his (to me) strange ambition. Perhaps he aims so much lower than some of us do for him, simply and linearly hoping for work, making it shine and making a splash also.  And there does seem to be a disparity between his stated ardour for future theatre work and nothing happening, for years and years and years.

In this case, and as I see it, the Hollywood stylist's clothing permutations project varied international roles for him as in, "Here I am, dressed like an American, see me as an American, I can play one." Or, "Here I am as a Brit, I can play a Brit, I can even play buttoned down and/or suave".  Or, "Look at my (lordy oh lordy) tight skinny jeans, my unlaced high top boots, I am cool and trendy, too". To me it all suggests a concerted signal to Hollywood and the audience at large about his image potential as an actor.  But even here, he is playing a role. And to me without the authenticity, he remains desexed not only visually,  but because it seems so manufactured. As another commenter mentioned, he also tends toward action man roles now.  His buff, I think, is a large American buff, straight from Gold's gym, no longer the lean buff of Guy of Gisborne.

On the other hand, anony-mouses below also argue that his talk about being physically close to theatre in New York is about more than just having a desire to attend it, that his craving for the thespian's life is real but he has to keep his eye on the opportunities out there so he can finally get there, when he has money and time to pursue the gems that purportedly exist in Hollywoodland and maybe New York, particularly the stage.

I think that either of these interpretations is possible. Given the Armitage's growing elusiveness in terms of presenting himself in an upfront manner (thank you PR and agent stonewalls), it becomes progressively harder to get a grasp on the real RA, in my opinion. Some things, at this point, don't add up for me.  His history has been one of scrabbling for jobs and I'm guessing that still continues. Another anonymous has pointed this out. And I wonder if perhaps it is fear that drives him. I wouldn't be surprised. And certainly, I'm guessing, that "dark obsession". Perhaps his substance as a human being, with all this image mongering, slowly fades away as the dark obsession finds foothold. "My precious".

Another anonymous proposed an alternate reality:  that the only real thing now is the acting and that the rest is far less believable and interesting.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Handled II: The Desexing of Richard Armitage

It began with the teeth and has ended up here:


This is at the New York premiere of The Hobbit. I'm thinking leprechaun, how about you? The man has been stubbulised in a big way; the Americans got to him. Never underestimate the power of the stylist.

What is the image he is trying to project because I surely don't know.  And I am certain his stylist does not know him either. This is Hollywood, people, where a square peg is not pushed into a round hole as much as hypnotised into believing a square peg can be round.

From the article cited above two things are clear: 1. Studios buy stylists for their actors; 2. It doesn't always work.

The GQ article basically asserts that without a stylist, no one will take you very seriously in Hollywood if you are up and coming, that styling makes a major difference to success or failure. I don't think so but it's great snake oil, don't ya think?

It began with the teeth, Hollywood teeth. We should have reckoned the ambition from the teeth. So perfect, these restructured teeth, so white, so luminescent, wishing for something more.  Yet, one hopes for something else, that it's not about the teeth. In the end, it is.

This is not a bad thing. Who knows the roots of someone's else aspiration? Your dream may not be my dream, but your dream is still a dream.  So, has it been recognised and acknowledged?  Has it come true?  Only you know because I don't.

The Armitage is an intelligent and thoughtful actor. If you read him here, from The One Ring:

GD: Characteristics of your Thorin remind me of Shakespearean monarchs; did you look to Shakespeare or other theatre and literature for inspiration?
RA: You know, I looked mainly through Tolkien – I looked at all of his work, looked to mainly the dwarves, coz he writes about dwarves in general …  In terms of preparation, it kind of happened by accident coz I was doing vocal work, coz I wanted him to sound a certain way. I wanted to pitch my voice lower, I wanted him to be able to speak quietly but resonantly … and I ended up using Henry V, Richard III and Macbeth as soliloquies that I could use to get some vocal production going.  But I found in all three of those characters [aspects of Thorin] … the whole idea of the rallying cry of a leader on the battlefield is very much Henry V; the self hating deformity of Richard III was sort of relevant; and also the Macbeth figure when it comes to the gold lust – this man who believes he is doing the right thing and gets corrupted by something which ultimately destroys him …  I just felt that those three figures were all going to be pretty useful for me to have in my head.

So, what happened to the gravitas?

The man has been promoted to mannequin, perhaps able for fashion magazines because that is all about the black hole where personality is at best subdued.  Here he is all tarted up.


Here's your pipe and slippers, honey


Let me check the meaning of "bland".

I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay...just like Thorin.



Check out my hot shoes.

I'm kinda...erm...American.

You know how to whistle...just put your lips together and...blow. My furry lapels will respond.

This is me being fastidiously British.




And then there was you: Let me check the meaning of "babe".






Not ffffffade away.........
He's not a mannequin. He doesn't possess the panache to carry off the GQ stuff. He looks like an alien in the actor ensemble pix because he doesn't come across as accessible. He is a working actor (or so I thought), which to me is the sexiest thing you could ever be if you are loaded with talent, and yet, he comes across as a guy wanting to hit the fashion magazines.  All talent is suppressed in favour of the image. Is this progress?

I don't think the ideal is to be hot. I do think it helps to be attractive. To take what is really you and unleash it upon the world in a compelling manner. Earlier photos suggest the latter. This recent round of images suggests otherwise. They kill all that is compelling. Whither thou beefcake?

I think that he presents now, thanks to his image mongers, as someone staid and dull, certainly not as someone who is fashion forward, as if that matters.

A far cry from his (handled?) message. 

Beyond the image, the litmus test of his handling comes down to this:

Mulubinba's coverage provides something other than hype as does RAFrenzy.

So......whither now beefcake writ very large?







Tuesday, November 20, 2012

The Hobb(meh)t

For months, I have had nothing to write about. I've mourned over the dearth of Armitage related news and kvetched. I was not interested in rehashing the already fine hash cooked up by so many others, sometimes, practically out of the barest of leavings. Over the interminable days and weeks, the hash became ash, and, after a time, it all began to taste like gruel to me, like gruel, I tell ya!

And I was bored. Bored of the Hobbit hype, waaaay back when and thereafter. Oh Armitage, how could you??? How could you engage in this absurd and fantastical undertaking with a furry footed midget and your own stubbulised arms and legs? You have been many things throughout your career, but a stub you have not. I wept at the thought.

Okay, I'll give you this- you look hot. These are still your eyes, and it would take some malevolent fairy to give you dark bronzing eyes like in Twilight......no, wait, that's still hot. Well, I guess you would need to do a new version of The Elephant Man in order to hide the sexy.

But you're still a dwarf albeit a large blocky one with great hair, burning eyes and fabulous teeth. I really want to see you run,  because I wonder, will you be forced to mince along on those little stubs of yours? How does that work? Hmmm. How about when you wield your lovely, lilting sword with your stubby arms- will you look graceful? These are the important questions!

                                                    I'm too sexy for my stub

They call me Mr Stub!

I tried to read The Hobbit in my teens and was bored. I never saw the films on the big screen and don't own the first installment on DVD. I rarely watch the others. And yet, I was being forced, yes, forced to go see The Hobbit, because the Armitage was in it and, indeed, "love is stronger than death".  This was a great sacrifice on my part I want you to know. The things I had to do. Sigh. I was almost resentful!

The other day I saw Skyfall on a 70 foot screen. And there, in a preview, was a snippet from The Hobbit, with a giant, stubby Thorin warbling away. Then, as a montage continued, gad, I realised that the visuals were gaspingly opulent and sumptuous, and for a brief, shining moment, I felt thrilled. I would see this because it looked gorgeous, I'm a sucker for splendour, and that would help me deal with the material while I honed in on the dwarf!

Meanwhile, I am stuck with a tsunami of Hobbit PR inundating all the Armitage blogs. I dipped my toe in this evening and almost drowned. I envy that enthusiasm. I also smell their fear because it is my fear. What if he gets really big? Will I be stuck going to films I have no interest in, or will my ardour for the Armitage die because I naturally choke on the stranglehold of hype and bad cinema?

To me the PR is ridiculous as all things over the top fanboy-ey and fangirly are ridiculous to me. This is a juggernaut that overwhelms little non-dwarfish people like me. Everything and everyone is swept up in its wake. The Armitage's world will be chewed up and spit out and I don't have much of a hope of ever hearing anything substantial, such is the gargantuan totality of the PR drive. It's like Transformers...bang, belt and sock. Crush. Like the Hulk- SMASH.

Gah!

What I will be interested in when I do peek into that world is to see how the Armitage handles himself, how the world receives him, and whether his talent will be buried, become dross, or set alight. Bottom line is that I don't need the fireworks, unless those fireworks are the continued incandescence of his characterisations. Frankly, I wish he were doing small films, and stuff on the BBC so that it would be all about the work. I would rather the scruff of jeans and shirt than the super gloss and stiff spray of the red carpet. I'd rather a star here on earth than in the firmament. I like things small, just not dwarfish. There are enough monsters out there.

See you in line!


Come back, little Richard!
               



Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Handled

If you go to the Armitage's IMDB page you will notice that he not only has an agent, but a publicist, or PR team. I find this interesting.  Because for an actor who seems modest and shy, he has decided to hire a publicity rep whose only drive in life is to handle his image.

Did we know that the Armitage cared about image?  It's a first for me. But clearly one can only assume that he does want to finesse the way in which he is presented.

Lately, we have had this massive, longstanding drought of Armitage images and communication.  Since he is working on The Hobbit, all publicity seems largely constrained by the Peter Jackson machine. The Hobbit is taking two years for completion, an eternity for fanland. Especially when there is a dearth of information. But, it seems, that the Armitage is content with this.

This is how I imagine the Armitage at this time: totally revelling in a milieu that is top drawer, top of the line; immersed in an acting bonanza, a cornucopia of the imaginative and creative; hanging with acting buds, soaking up the excitement; sitting on a goldmine, both creatively and in relation to the future, callooh, callay (he chortled in his joy); Far, far, far away from the maddening crowds, and maddening expectations. Far, far away from the crazy public. What a relief! Able to live a largely interior life and a life of exploring.

So what has his PR team achieved? The "Armitage Army" provides a powerful hook, and certainly a foundation, the mighty engine that thrust him into the limelight.  And yet, at the same time, it seems that fans, "Army" or not, are a bit of an albatross for his aspirations. So, it's all right to mention the "Army" in passing as the seminal and critical factor in his coming to public consciousness, but at the same time, one wants to diminish the influence of all those crazy women in the present.

In other words, the "Army" is still useful as a publicity oddity/marvel, but needs to be put in its place, that is, the fans (not this "Army" crap), currently, need to be put in their place. Hence, the publicity moratorium, the withdrawal of all personal communication, (albeit, considering the true crazies, it's partly understandable). Meanwhile,  mention of the "Army" maintains practical publicity purposes.

Ultimately, what is the greater goal here?  To be a Hollywood star?  To get the really good parts? To have the power/the power of choice? It still amazes me that anyone would think that Hollywood is the wished for consummation. Is it the money?  And if, indeed, any of the latter is true, what does that tell us about the Armitage?

Towards some mysterious end, there is a whole load of handling going on, I'm thinking. 

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This week is FanstRAvaganza3 week!  It's all about bloggers blogging about RA. Join in the conversation! March 12-18

Core Bloggers:
An RA Viewer’s Perspective From…”The Other Side Of The Planet” (Mulubinba)
BccMee’s Richard Armitage Vids and Graphics (bccmee)
CDoart (CDoart)
Confessions of a Watcher (Judiang)
DistRActed musings of one ReAlity (Fanny/iz4blue)
Jonia’s Cut (Jonia)
RA Frenzy
Me + Richard Armitage (Servetus)
Richard Armitage Fan Blog (Nat)
The Squeee (Traxy)

Tagteam Bloggers (I have no idea what this means):
A is for Armitage
And I was going to have (y que iba yo a contar)
cerridwenspeaks
Crispin’s eclipse
Do I Have A Blog?
Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Country Life
Fly High!
JazzBaby
I Want to be a Pinup
Just Another RA Fan
La Loba
Me, My Thoughts, and Richard Armitage
Melanie’s Musings
Mr. John Thornton
Musings and Other Enigmas
Phylly’s Faves
Searching for MY Mr. Darcy
Something About Love (A)
The Armitage Effect
White Rose: Sincere and Simple Thoughts
(list borrowed from RA Frenzy's blog )

Monday, November 28, 2011

Tote That Barge, Lift That Bale

The heart heaves heavy things.

Even though all things Armitage seem frivolous in the face of heart heavy things, there is enough energy from us for The Armitage to make us ponder about the significance of the little engine that could. The question is, who is the engine?

Seriously, the man is in publicity purdah. His PR team brushes away his fans with a touch of the thumb, hoping for greater things, I am sure, than some centralist concentration of the putatively loony.  Maybe those are his wishes, maybe not, still the result is the same. Nada.

Man, what a desert, where we keep the going going by filling in the blanks, the huge massive wasteland of blanks. Let's be happy about the beard and let's be happy about the haircut.  Let's look back at the golden days.  Still, the now is empty.

Man, it's tough to be a Richard Armitage fan.  Yet, so challenging and creative.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

FanstRAvaganza Day 7: Laws of Attraction

If a picture is worth a thousand words....


Meet the real Mr A.





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As an artist, the Armitage captures human moments in time, like Monet captures the light. But unlike Monet, his physical being is his instrument. The Armitage is like a tuning fork and in his work he largely quivers with a pure and constant note of perfect pitch.

In the day to day, Mr A vibrates to the heavenly spheres and inhabits a sea of perfect notes he hopes to meet. His core is pure song. And when a melody arises, whether from violin or human being, he quickens. It speaks to a knowledge of him and charges him to respond. He answers.



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Follow the confetti to the rest of the FanstRAvaganza sites.

Special thanks to Nat of The Richard Armitage Fan Blog for fanning the flame (organising). To CDoart for keeping a running index on FanstRAv posts.  A huge shout out to all my remarkably creative, tenacious and hard working fellow A bloggers, you are a revelation. Thank you to the fans, readers, delightful and thoughtful commenters.

Thanks for the street party, the streamers, the fire flowers, bottle rockets and sparklers.  And most of all, thanks for the dance. Now, back to my solitary perch in the gods (with Statler and Waldorf).