An expanded version of what was happening on Twitter last night
Yesterday my parents wanted to watch a movie. I was in the mood for Shakespeare, but since the library was closed and the local Blockbuster is a cultural wasteland, we were stuck with the DVDs my parents had picked out before I came. It turns out that Letters from Juliet is basically the most forcefully charmless movie I've ever seen, which is very disappointing from Amanda Seyfreid, but the upside is that I had to watch some gloomy Swedish murder mysteries to wash the taste out of my mouth. And you know what that means.
Aw yeah.
So the first thing we notice when we return to the Ystad police department is that someone in costuming was like, "Guys, this Hiddleston kid is fucking beautiful. Let's do something with that, shall we?"
Not that this precludes him from being pissy and making faces. Which is, of course, my favorite.
Magnus Martinsson is kind of skeptical.
But ohmygod, his glorious blond curls.
I swear to god, no one looks like that outside of an Aubrey Beardsley woodcut. Look at that profile! His face!
Ah, the un-self-conscious hair-swipe!
He is super long and does not always fit into things.
Haaaands. (There is more of this coming later, btw. You may have a heart attack. Just warning you.)
Police station taxidermy: so awkward.
TOAST. It's the greatest.
Not even Kenneth Branagh interrupts a man with his toast and gets away with it.
...I just like how tall he is. Look at how tall.
We are all in a meeting. I am listening!
...oh hi, sorry. I sort of lost my focus there.
This just makes me laugh and laugh. I don't know why! SO PISSY, MAGNUS.
This is the "!!" face they teach you at RADA.
Okay, I'm going to stop now, because this is just glorious.
HIS. FACE.
But wait.
There's more!
In Wallander 2.02, Kenneth Branagh has basically run away for six months and is living like a homeless person. He comes back for a case, and uh-oh, you know who was in charge and liked being allowed to do things for once?
That fella being surly in the corner, that's who.
Just so you know, and in case Thor didn't showcase this enough, Tom Hiddleston has the most perfect poisonous velvet voice.
WHOA. LOWER TEETH SIGHTING. HE'S MAD.
"Is it madness? Is it? Is it?"
In addition to my love for him being a pissy sonofabitch, he also kind of looks like an owl here. SO THERE.
He has every right to pissed off, though. Look, Wallander is cleaning himself with the curtains. WHO DOES THAT? THAT IS WEIRD, KENNETH BRANAGH.
Get read for some EPIC DISTRESS, guys.
ohmygodhiseyebrows
When I grow up, I am going to be Loki, and then you're all gonna be FUCKING SORRY.
>:-|
And now, a montage of hands, partly to make berserkide swoon:
(He's a piano player, by the way. Are you surprised? You could knock me down with a feather. Ohmygoodness, handporn.)
Still pissy, but at least cooperating a little now.
I'm sorry, were you saying something? PROFILE.
Surprise Fassbender face!
Yup, still a tree. ♥
His curls. Just. His curls.
Listening dutifully.
Dutifully pissy.
MORE HANDS.
All right, the computer smarts scene!
I'm just saying, I would not be looking at the screen if I was in this scene.
Haaaands. Now that it's been pointed out to me, I can't stop looking.
Oh Kenneth Branagh. Just. I just have to laugh.
HMMM, INFORMATION.
Oh. Oh, hi. Oh hi, profile.
I need you all to prepare yourselves.
We're about to embark on a short series of heart-unhealthy closeups.
Boom.
Boom.
BOOM.
More treeishness.
Walking backwards and talking about the case!
I find this both awkward and endearing.
Magnus Martinsson, you found a clue!
And the remainder I present without further embellishment. No gilding the lily today.
Bit dat lip. Sorry, I must have lied.
SOMETHING MEANINGFUL IS HAPPENING.
QUICK, MY MEANINGFUL PLOT POINTS FACE.
There is only one episode left for me to watch. What will I do without more Wallander? (Well, tracking down Miss Austen Regrets might be in my future. Seriously, can you even handle this? I'm not sure I can. In which case, there's always Return to Cranford, which I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN EVEN. Oh my Hiddlesticks, you fiend.)
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Aw yeah.
So the first thing we notice when we return to the Ystad police department is that someone in costuming was like, "Guys, this Hiddleston kid is fucking beautiful. Let's do something with that, shall we?"
Not that this precludes him from being pissy and making faces. Which is, of course, my favorite.
Magnus Martinsson is kind of skeptical.
But ohmygod, his glorious blond curls.
I swear to god, no one looks like that outside of an Aubrey Beardsley woodcut. Look at that profile! His face!
Ah, the un-self-conscious hair-swipe!
He is super long and does not always fit into things.
Haaaands. (There is more of this coming later, btw. You may have a heart attack. Just warning you.)
Police station taxidermy: so awkward.
TOAST. It's the greatest.
Not even Kenneth Branagh interrupts a man with his toast and gets away with it.
...I just like how tall he is. Look at how tall.
We are all in a meeting. I am listening!
...oh hi, sorry. I sort of lost my focus there.
This just makes me laugh and laugh. I don't know why! SO PISSY, MAGNUS.
This is the "!!" face they teach you at RADA.
Okay, I'm going to stop now, because this is just glorious.
HIS. FACE.
But wait.
There's more!
In Wallander 2.02, Kenneth Branagh has basically run away for six months and is living like a homeless person. He comes back for a case, and uh-oh, you know who was in charge and liked being allowed to do things for once?
That fella being surly in the corner, that's who.
Just so you know, and in case Thor didn't showcase this enough, Tom Hiddleston has the most perfect poisonous velvet voice.
WHOA. LOWER TEETH SIGHTING. HE'S MAD.
"Is it madness? Is it? Is it?"
In addition to my love for him being a pissy sonofabitch, he also kind of looks like an owl here. SO THERE.
He has every right to pissed off, though. Look, Wallander is cleaning himself with the curtains. WHO DOES THAT? THAT IS WEIRD, KENNETH BRANAGH.
Get read for some EPIC DISTRESS, guys.
ohmygodhiseyebrows
When I grow up, I am going to be Loki, and then you're all gonna be FUCKING SORRY.
>:-|
And now, a montage of hands, partly to make berserkide swoon:
(He's a piano player, by the way. Are you surprised? You could knock me down with a feather. Ohmygoodness, handporn.)
Still pissy, but at least cooperating a little now.
I'm sorry, were you saying something? PROFILE.
Surprise Fassbender face!
Yup, still a tree. ♥
His curls. Just. His curls.
Listening dutifully.
Dutifully pissy.
MORE HANDS.
All right, the computer smarts scene!
I'm just saying, I would not be looking at the screen if I was in this scene.
Haaaands. Now that it's been pointed out to me, I can't stop looking.
Oh Kenneth Branagh. Just. I just have to laugh.
HMMM, INFORMATION.
Oh. Oh, hi. Oh hi, profile.
I need you all to prepare yourselves.
We're about to embark on a short series of heart-unhealthy closeups.
Boom.
Boom.
BOOM.
More treeishness.
Walking backwards and talking about the case!
I find this both awkward and endearing.
Magnus Martinsson, you found a clue!
And the remainder I present without further embellishment. No gilding the lily today.
Bit dat lip. Sorry, I must have lied.
SOMETHING MEANINGFUL IS HAPPENING.
QUICK, MY MEANINGFUL PLOT POINTS FACE.
There is only one episode left for me to watch. What will I do without more Wallander? (Well, tracking down Miss Austen Regrets might be in my future. Seriously, can you even handle this? I'm not sure I can. In which case, there's always Return to Cranford, which I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN EVEN. Oh my Hiddlesticks, you fiend.)
This was originally posted on Dreamwidth, where it has
comments. Feel free to drop in using OpenID (how to do that).