I don't think I paid much attention to Ben Whishaw when he appeared in Layer Cake or Stoned, the latter a failed attempt to portray the early Rolling Stones at the time of Brian Jones's demise. (I interviewed Mick and Keith in the early 70s and the latter explained that Jones was so drug-addled by the time he died he was of no use to anyone, much less a band.) But Wishaw was put into parts where his quiet, almost sullen demeanor seemed wasted, and it was not until he played Jean-Paptiste Grenouille in Poison: The Story of a Murderer, that I realized what a fine actor he is, and it was not until I read his remark that he is clueless as to why actors are made celebrities that I realized how nice a person he has to be. Finally, he broke out as Sebatian Flyte in the remake of Brideshead Revisited. The twin butt shot of Whishaw and Matthew Goode is worth the price of admission, but to see the scenes of Emma Thompson whipping Whishaw with Catholic dogma is -- you should pardon the expression -- divine.
About the Blog..
My blog title, Ossessione, American Style, is taken from a movie by Count Luchino Visconti, who borrowed the plot of his astonishing debut film, Ossessione, from James M. Cain's novel, The Postman Always Rings Twice. Unfortunately, Visconti never paid for the rights and his film was not shown in the U.S. until many years after its release. The star of the movie, Massimo Girotti, would be People's "Sexiest Man Alive" many years running had the zine been around at the time. We first see him as a truck driver in a filthy sleeveless athletic undershirt, another of my obsessions: remember Paul Newman in an a-shirt (e.g. Hud or Cool Hand Luke)? Nowadays, they cheapen this garment who confuse it with something tank troops wore in World War I. The a-shirt is an undershirt, usually with thin bands over the shoulders; a tank top is a shirt without sleeves, akin to a "muscle shirt," only with wider bands over the shoulders. But, I digress....)
The purpose of this photo/comment column is to present a record of my obsessions. These are wide-ranging and diverse. This blog is not intended to be pornographic. The only pornography today is in politics.
The purpose of this photo/comment column is to present a record of my obsessions. These are wide-ranging and diverse. This blog is not intended to be pornographic. The only pornography today is in politics.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Ben Whishaw
I don't think I paid much attention to Ben Whishaw when he appeared in Layer Cake or Stoned, the latter a failed attempt to portray the early Rolling Stones at the time of Brian Jones's demise. (I interviewed Mick and Keith in the early 70s and the latter explained that Jones was so drug-addled by the time he died he was of no use to anyone, much less a band.) But Wishaw was put into parts where his quiet, almost sullen demeanor seemed wasted, and it was not until he played Jean-Paptiste Grenouille in Poison: The Story of a Murderer, that I realized what a fine actor he is, and it was not until I read his remark that he is clueless as to why actors are made celebrities that I realized how nice a person he has to be. Finally, he broke out as Sebatian Flyte in the remake of Brideshead Revisited. The twin butt shot of Whishaw and Matthew Goode is worth the price of admission, but to see the scenes of Emma Thompson whipping Whishaw with Catholic dogma is -- you should pardon the expression -- divine.
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