Billy Crudup is St Vier
Sep. 2nd, 2005 11:54 pmAt last, the truth can be told!
I know, I know . . . I've never been the sort of author to get all moony over film types and start casting their own books - mostly because I don't see a lot of movies or TV, and never know who's who . . . but my jaw is on the floor, and I can hide it no longer.
It all started when we went to see the film "Stage Beauty," cause who wouldn't want to see a movie about actors and gender confusion in Restoration London? A few scenes in, I started to get a weird feeling, because the actor playing Ned Kynaston [the last man to play women's roles (women being forbidden) on the London stage] kinda looked - and dressed - like someone I knew. A few more scenes of his perfect control of his lithe and well-knit body, and the self-conscious self-deprecation hiding tremendous innate arrogance, and I went, "Omigod! What's Richard doing in this movie?" It's not that the Kynaston character is the same as St Vier; it's more like my character is playing someone else, but I can still recognize him by certain ineradicable traits.
I made a couple of friends watch the trailers (the European version is the best, but they both have that breathtaking aerial "view" of 17c London, which is nearly as sexy as Billy Crudup, maybe more so), but otherwise kept mum.
But tonight we went to Broadway to see Martin Donagh's "Pillowman." [Note to NY friends: a last-minute very flying visit, to pick out tiles and wiring for apt. - we'll be gone or ere you read this.] In a very different role, Crudup just Had It. It's the way he moves. The way he's always standing slightly aside, watching himself. I'd brought the novel with me, and went afterwards to the stage door, and boldly presented myself to him when he emerged (wearing incredibly geeky and I don't mean geek chic brown - of course brown - cords and an unflattering plaid shirt - pale brown - neither of which fit him very well; he's also exactly the right height). "Hello," I said, trying through my pounding heart to remember that I Am Somebody, and people are scared of me all the time (well, not all the time - the cashier at Star Market couldn't care less, and neither could my parents and, well, most people, actually, but I am a Respected Artist, too) "I'm Ellen. 20 years ago I wrote this novel, and people have been asking me ever since who should play the lead. For a long time I've said, 'Aw, I dunno. . . ' But it's you. You're it."
He gave me the million dollar Hollywood smile (well worth paying for), took the book and said something nice. Delia stepped forward and thanked him for standing up for fantasy writers (in "Pillowman" he plays a writer of exquisite little horror fairy tales), and he said something suitably self-deprecating about what a privilege it was to be able to speak Martin's words (oh, and I know that one; I've done it myself - not about Martin Donagh, of course) . . . .
And that's that. Or will be, once I've downed my drink and paced about the room a few more times.
I just thought you'd like to know.
I know, I know . . . I've never been the sort of author to get all moony over film types and start casting their own books - mostly because I don't see a lot of movies or TV, and never know who's who . . . but my jaw is on the floor, and I can hide it no longer.
It all started when we went to see the film "Stage Beauty," cause who wouldn't want to see a movie about actors and gender confusion in Restoration London? A few scenes in, I started to get a weird feeling, because the actor playing Ned Kynaston [the last man to play women's roles (women being forbidden) on the London stage] kinda looked - and dressed - like someone I knew. A few more scenes of his perfect control of his lithe and well-knit body, and the self-conscious self-deprecation hiding tremendous innate arrogance, and I went, "Omigod! What's Richard doing in this movie?" It's not that the Kynaston character is the same as St Vier; it's more like my character is playing someone else, but I can still recognize him by certain ineradicable traits.
I made a couple of friends watch the trailers (the European version is the best, but they both have that breathtaking aerial "view" of 17c London, which is nearly as sexy as Billy Crudup, maybe more so), but otherwise kept mum.
But tonight we went to Broadway to see Martin Donagh's "Pillowman." [Note to NY friends: a last-minute very flying visit, to pick out tiles and wiring for apt. - we'll be gone or ere you read this.] In a very different role, Crudup just Had It. It's the way he moves. The way he's always standing slightly aside, watching himself. I'd brought the novel with me, and went afterwards to the stage door, and boldly presented myself to him when he emerged (wearing incredibly geeky and I don't mean geek chic brown - of course brown - cords and an unflattering plaid shirt - pale brown - neither of which fit him very well; he's also exactly the right height). "Hello," I said, trying through my pounding heart to remember that I Am Somebody, and people are scared of me all the time (well, not all the time - the cashier at Star Market couldn't care less, and neither could my parents and, well, most people, actually, but I am a Respected Artist, too) "I'm Ellen. 20 years ago I wrote this novel, and people have been asking me ever since who should play the lead. For a long time I've said, 'Aw, I dunno. . . ' But it's you. You're it."
He gave me the million dollar Hollywood smile (well worth paying for), took the book and said something nice. Delia stepped forward and thanked him for standing up for fantasy writers (in "Pillowman" he plays a writer of exquisite little horror fairy tales), and he said something suitably self-deprecating about what a privilege it was to be able to speak Martin's words (oh, and I know that one; I've done it myself - not about Martin Donagh, of course) . . . .
And that's that. Or will be, once I've downed my drink and paced about the room a few more times.
I just thought you'd like to know.
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Date: 2005-09-02 09:21 pm (UTC)I always have the urge to ask writers if they do mental casting for their books. This is the first confirmed case of post-dated casting I've read.
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Date: 2005-09-03 03:16 am (UTC)2. Yep. You're scary. I always feel like a bumbling clod when I am anywhere near you, because, you know, you have elegance and style and charisma coming out of your years. Plus a 'what fools these mortals be' twist to your smile.
People assure me that I hardly bumble at all any more, but I don't believe them.
Delia of course falls into the 'all must love her and despair' camp.
Just so you know.
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Date: 2005-09-03 05:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-03 06:21 am (UTC)Which reminds me of:
"My dear, my heart is BROKEN! I have seen the perfect Peter Wimsey. Height, voice, charm, smile, manner, outline of features, everything - and he is - THE CHAPLAIN OF BALLIOL!!! What is the use of anything?"
- Dorothy L. Sayers
oh good
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Date: 2005-09-03 06:51 am (UTC)It doesn't stop 'em though.
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Date: 2005-09-03 09:47 am (UTC)I'll be blunt: OMG, awesome.
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Date: 2005-09-03 10:19 am (UTC)Thought Stage Beauty was wonderful for the first two-thirds and then rapidly failed to suspend my disbelief as to period, but I bought a copy anyway.
But if Crudup plays Richard whoever contrasts sufficiently to play Alec??
pk
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Date: 2005-09-03 02:05 pm (UTC)Thought Stage Beauty was wonderful for the first two-thirds and then rapidly failed to suspend my disbelief as to period, but I bought a copy anyway.
Yes, I thought Stage Beauty was sufficiently crafted, but the writing failed to stick to the period. (For example, Mr. Kynaston uses the word 'sex' as we know it today, rather than how it was meant in Restoration England.. and so on. Actually, I still have yet to find when the meaning of the word 'sex' deviated from 'gender'. Anyway, that was in--what? The first ten minutes. From there I just found myself being cynical.)
:D I have yet to see Almost Famous, but in turn I recommend to you Jesus' Son, if you haven't yet seen it.
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Date: 2005-09-03 05:59 pm (UTC)Alec might have been played by Jonathan Rhys-Meyers back around '98 (The Governess, Velvet Goldmine).
pk
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Date: 2005-09-03 12:30 pm (UTC)you're right. Billy Crudup is St Vier. I especially see it in Stage Beauty (such a great film!). and you got to talk to him, and give him the book! *squee*
meanwhile, I'm madly excited about your Thomas the Rhymer gig at Johnny D's ^_^
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Date: 2005-09-04 09:07 am (UTC)Me, too! Did you read that here, or does someone besides me actually check
http://www.sff.net/people/kushnerSherman/Kushner/upcoming.html
to see what I'm doing next?
(Thanks for reminding me - must put guitar in car, too!)
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