Skimming through

Celebrity newsflash, as seen from a Scaramouche-Point-Of-View! Whilst watching "Heroes"! Which is brilliant!

Most recently: in one rather interesting and strangely original poll carried out by the Brits; more specifically, Royal National Institute of Blind People, of all - er - people; David Tennant was once again crowned Number One. This time, in terms of "Best Eyes"; that is, best "come-to-bed"-gaze; amongst male celebrities in Great Britain. As for the equivalent female vote, Billie Piper made it to number three, beaten only by Cheryl Cole (guh) and Kelly Brook, meaning two of the silliest, most pointless, least talented, albeit prettiest famous girls alive. David, on his hand, beat Simon Cowell, which is strange in every respect; first and foremost, because Simon Cowell is a butt-ugly jerk, and second because David is in a completely different league, but then, after all - and fortunately - he did win. As for Billie's achievement, I suspect it has something to do with "Secret Diary of a Call Girl", which is all about looking like you want to come to bed, and wish for others to join you, and I do hope Billie feels honoured. She should be. She's very convincing. And the series serves it purpose quite impeccably; bed sharing and all. Then again, I am a huge fan of Belle de Jour, both as a writer and Blogger, and I love Billie beyond compare - so, not very objective there, no. I love David too, and I love his eyes, those big brown puppy dog eyes, ooooh lalala - what else can I say? Great voting! Still, why did I catch interest in the first place, you may feel inclined to ask; well, being exceptionally short- and cross-sighted sort of affects one's general perspective in life, on things, and makes certain topics promoted by certain kinds of people seem the more relevant - in addition, of course, to my having a interest in everyting that has anything to with my favourite people, in general, and these two (in question) are both top-ten on my list. Really, no wonder. But sincere congratulations and ten cheers for the lucky winners!

Moreover, and much more importantly, in the long run: Quentin Tarantino has now finished the script of his long-awaited war epic "Inglorious Bastards", which he's spent the past ten years planning and patching up, and tempting us with, and the initial responses from net critics who have got hold of the first draft (somehow) are overwhelmingly commendatory. What else, filming is now underway; according to Imdb and various different reports, overall, it is scheduled, expected, intended, whatever, to begin next week - quite imminent, as it were! - and producers Weinstein clap their hands, say yeah, and I consent. In the leading roles we find none other than Brad Pitt and Diane Krüger, promising some bizarre "Troy" reunion, and Til Schweiger is, apparently, also attached for a minor part, along with a number of famous, German actors - this is a World War II drama, after all, dealing with the battles in France, between the Germans and the locals, and a group who - affectionately - call themselves "The Bastards". Sounds swift to me. Michael Fassbender, for one, sexy brute and wonderful actor from "300", will be there to accompany Til, whilst Daniel Brühl remains in talks. Hurrah, I say! And as if these were not enough, further down the cast list, amongst the rumoured appearances, we find a very unexpected, yet extremely familiar and highly cherished face, namely a certain Gedeon Burkhard (!!!), who is - for the moment - only reproted to have been seen on screen tests for the film, but I happened to come across some news at an Angelina Jolie-fansite (and by the way, "Changeling" looks fab!) were he is cited as to having said that Brad Pitt is an exceptionally grounded and lovely guy to work with, which should indicate that he is, indeed, involved on a serious level. They even managed to mispell his name; lisiting him as Burkhardt on Wikipedia; but it's got to be him, it's got to be true, and this has all got to be a good sign, eh? I really am at loss for words, to describe my reactions at the sheer prospect of having Alex Brandtner star in the new Tarantino-flick. I mean, oh dear, "Rex" and Tarantino. Together. Combined, onscreen, immortalized. Gedeon goes Hollywood, at last, that is just...a bit too much for my fangirl heart. I am so in love with the idea, I cannot fully make myself expressed or clear or...anything, beyond some indistinct guttural noises that resembles a squee. And I probably haven't been more anxious about a film since, well, ever. Or, technically, "Casino Royale".

Which reminds me (of two things, first); Daniel Craig has, as we all should know by now, and thus be able to handle, become famous for his loose-tongued sense of adressing the press, revealing heavy news from the Bond set, continuously and progressively, and in a most reversed, obscure manner. And he's surely been out and about of late, declaring (among other things) that, for one, the new Bond film is NOT haunted, if anyone should be under such an impression (due to the increasing number of damages and deaths, Daniel?), oh no, by all means; shit happens; however, he himself has been injured enough to start fearing for his looks, that pretty little face, and is earnestly planning for cosmetic surgery if it gets any worse (...); possibly, and understandably, wanting a prosthesis for that missing tip-of-a-finger caused by a stunt accident, because he insisted on proving own bravery and braving own health, and next - before you know it - he'll be shifting, nipping and tucking, both here and there, if/when the wrinkles get to him, poor lad. Oh well. He then added, or maybe that was somebody else, how the Bond car which suffered an accident and ended up in the sea, pretty wrinkled indeed, was sold at an auction recently, for a prize surpassing its original value, I mean wow, and - that the (slightly controversial) title of the film was actually his idea. As were the posters. That's right; "Quantum of Solace"; sounds great to me, and - my god! - is that a big gun he's holding? What's happened to Mr. Once-Discreet-a-Gentleman? And, who'd know Mr. Craig had such an eye for the artistic, such poetic values? I thought he was a bit (too)...daft. Now, as far as I've heard; and this comes straight from the lion's mouth, beware; the other promo suggestions were so poor and ridiculous, he was literally offended, and he certainly did not want anything with "death" and "blood" and "gutters" in the name. At least, someone's learnt their lesson from "Die Another Day"et al. So, inspired by the title of one of Ian Fleming's short stories - which, for the record, has nothing whatsoever to do with the content of this film - he opted for the most pronunciation-unfriendly slogan in the history of Bond; and, arguably, the most intriguingly beautiful, too. Like I said, what do you know. And hence - with regard to the consequences of these latter details; these may be the only facts that ever made me, and ever will make me, want to express any gratitute and admiration towards Craig the Clown; and I do (honestly, sincerely) have to give the man some credit; for, unlike most people, I LOVE that title with all my mindfull heart - and the poster campaign, but what's with the PhotoShopped-off face, eh? - and apparently, we owe it all to him; so thanks, Craig. But, take note, you're still a clown.

Anyways! November 7th, that's the date, and counting, and the Coke commercial runs steadfastly accross my TV screen as I do; zero zero zeven; moreover, I've got my new wallpaper set and ready, directly from the "Universal Exports" store room, showing Clowny at his finest (bloody, bruised and battered, feelin' blue, and - imagine! - clad in that same colour, too). I can hardly wait. It looks impressive, everyone involved seems great, the girls are fabulous, the villain is top-of-the-class, and I absolutely adore him, also; The Danes are present (Jesper! Jadda!) Judi Dench is a Dame (she is, too!), and she's back, and the action looks cool, the stunts look impressive (and, apparently, they did hurt, if you'll believe said Clown) and I can't help looking forward to this. A lot. Much more (heartfelt, and uniquely positive, now) than with "Casino Royale". But, the latter having cleared the way, we suddenly have something to expect and something to be eager about, which feels a lot better than just waiting and be nervous and fearing Craig is going to crack things open and fuck it all up. (To be harsh.) I still do, mind you. But the former adventure sort of convinced me, and this one has Paul Haggis onboard - which is a safety device, truly - and they're all the more experienced, they claim to know what they're doing, and...it's not haunted. Seriously, it's not. Just a little spooky, that's all. And his head looks way too small on that poster.

Finally, about someone I hold much dearer than Daniel, no offense, and would have preferred (big time) in the role of James Bond, namely: Gerard Butler. Who has also been on the loose, lately, meaning out on the town and party-partying a little (too much), and suddenly he popped up on Norway's own msn-site, big surprises there, being interviewed by some nosy, annoying journalist from a Norwegian tabloid (must have been), asking him if he really is having a relationship with Jennifer Aniston, which has been the talk of tinseltown over the past few days, and which - sadly - must be the only reason why the press would be interested in him in the first place. And he denied everything firmly. Well, actually, he just shook his head, laughed, said no and went away. To chat with some odd woman, standing by his car, and then he drove off. Got a brief glimpse, a proof of paparazzi terrorism, and the journalist's voice over continuing to inform us, first of all, who this guy really is ("he was a strong man in "300", yay"), who he's been dating, whom we ought to know, ("Cameron Diaz, like whoa", which is bollocks, and I have no idea where that came from), giving the impression that Gerry is a constant flirt ("Cameron, cool, and next, he was using his pick-up lines on some accidental bypasser"), and adding some completely insignificant info about Jennifer, who was probably the main object of interest - in any case - then it was bye bye Gerry, that was all for now, see you later (or not, in which case I will be sorry). Just a second to gaze upon his lovely laced shirt, and those lustrous looks. I think he deserves more, I think he deserves better, and more and more I hope he finds himself a better girlfriend soon. Me, for example. I'm right here, Gerry love, and I've been waiting far too long already. Generally, I keep myself in wait, as it seems, with numerous new projects coming up, for which I take no responsibility, and over which I maintain no control, but criticise and contemplate with all my might and anticipate more than I ought to, considering the fangirl condition and so on. Might cause serious heart trouble. But, with the help from my friends and beloved ones, at least I'm sure it'll never fail. Happy stuff. Very happy makey stuff, and promises of grandeur!