( Tim does Kafka and, you guessed it, ARCHIBALD CUNNINGHAM )
( Tim does Kafka and, you guessed it, ARCHIBALD CUNNINGHAM )
Yeah, you can tell it's him from this picture. http://24.media.tumblr.com/
::slams head with a brick::
( More Rothage Behind the Cut )
From here on out, each Tutorial will be uploaded to both You Tube and Vimeo. I'll be embedding the You Tube videos here, but I will include the link to each Tutorial on Vimeo as well.
For those following the Tutorials, I hope this helps out and that you enjoy them.
( more madness found here )
And, with that, I'm gonna give the Tutorials a rest, at least until I collect more footage. I'm sure this could go on forever, as long as Tim Roth continues to kick ass and take names.
From the MacMillan Dictionary: Titch - Someone who is very small.
From an extensive biography of Tim Roth: So Roth, disturbed by his father's departure, now living in the company of artistic females, was sent into this macho hell-hole. Being short (his nickname was Titch) and named Timothy only made it worse. The bullying was bad and Roth had no physical response.
Cadmus calls Flint this because he is familiar with British slang, having lived amongst the English for centuries. Flint hates the cognomen, and takes it as the insult Cadmus intends it to be.
See, everything is there for a reason. I'm just glad that The Waltham Phantom has been exorcised...for now~.
Probably exiting the place after bartending, which he actually does on occasion, just for fun. What is it with this man?
( Click at your own risk. Hotness behind this cut. )
By the time I'm finished, everyone is going to cringe when they see Tim Roth or hear his name, 'cos they'll know I'm going to act the fool soon afterward.
Gareth and Flint were the closest of friends. Extremely close. It is because of Gareth's murder that Flint is now hellbent on killing Cadmus Pariah. That's a pretty lofty goal, but Flint isn't known for setting limitations on himself.
I love how the phosphorescence in his eyes is made all the more intense in black & white photographs. 'Tis mesmerising.
Starling Murmuration and Toroidal Vortices are, by language default, the exclusive realm of Barry Andrews...or at least they should be.
But noooooooo... Murmuration apparently appears in profound ways in the movie Skellig...and I saw it like a day after I made the Illuminati video for 'Walking on the Wind,' aaaaannndddd toroidal vortices, the focus I made for 'Sea Theory' the pre-Shriek alternate version by Barry Andrews, are also called smoke rings, which can be seen HERE, being made by Tim Roth.
The very phrase, TOROIDAL VORTICES, belongs to the realm of Andrews. How could it not?
Is it any wonder why Cadmus wants to wipe the Earth clean of Flint? Hell, I want to! It's fucking my shit up, these connections. Stop it already.
Then... a few minutes ago on Tumblr, I was sent the link to this video on You Tube, seeing as how my Tumblr is You Tube oriented. It's 'Lux Aeterna.' I am not fucking amused by this. God is just ramping up the abuse, I swear.
Did I mention, not fucking amused? Just wanted to make sure I got that in there.
At least I'm putting all this insane sexiness behind a cut, except for the picture that has become my ultimate favourite photie of The Roth. I am a sucker for a man in makeup. I'm a child of the 80s, it's kind of a requirement. If you were a male, and from Britain, you wore makeup. It was decreed by god. Even the Shrieks did it. Just look at Nemesis.
Dear Lord, ain't he pretty? Now for the rest.
( I could be really evil, and NOT cut this gigantic entry )
Now...was that not majorly intense? I think I need one of Roth's cigarettes now. WHEW!
I was wrong.
I finished watching Made in Britain and thought I recognised one of the actors, but didn't really think about it. Then I decided I would check out Tim's commentary on the movie, since it was his very first one. At one point he's talking about playing ping-pong with one of the actors, one Sean Chapman. Then he laughed and said, "Yeah, he's the guy from Hellraiser."
Then I remembered. The actor I recognised played Frank Cotton, Pinhead's very first onscreen victim.
I can't wrap my head around it. I just...can't.
A few years ago in a random survey among friends on the general ‘appeal’ of Tim Roth, one ventured the following theory: “He looks like he’d be really filthy in bed.”
“Ho, ho,” we hooted and added absolutely nothing at all, because we just knew that Tim Roth, in his films, is a Bad Man with pervy eyes and the steadiest hand on the warmest gun; a charismatic man’s man who definitely Does It in lifts and in your mother’s kitchen while she’s trying to talk to you about your grandmother’s sheltered housing plans through the serving hatch. In real life he’s a small man with a big nose and we all know what that means, don’t we?
Later, in an interview, I put my friend’s theories concerning filth in general, and his filth in particular, to tiny Tim Roth. He looked up from his hotel sofa (he really is that small) and said, “Tell your friend she might be right about that one. Eheheheheheh”.
In other related news, I got my DVD player back to working. This makes me very pleased. Watching DVDs on the computer sucks big hairy donkey balls.
In other less-related news, I was planning on writing all day, but ended up driving to Greenville on a lark, as is documented in a previous post. While I was out, though, I got some Baileys for mah coffee, but I may have to imbibe a tad tonight and see what happens with the Cadmus/Flint narrative. Cadmus is fairly pissed off in my head right now, and I need to exorcise the demon before he takes me over, like so many times in the past.
...actually, I remember now. The last pub we went to, the one where the picture that shows up in 'Contract Song' was taken, I had switched from Guinness to Baileys because I was still fairly freaked right the fuck out. How ironic that this is my drink of choice as I play around with the drunken Celtic writer persona.
Why, Barry? WHY?
So, I'm off to finished this damned movie (I hate Bridget Fonda...married to Danny Elfman, kissing all over a lanky-haired Roth. I should be so lucky...) and take up the virtual quill before Cadmus crawls out of my head and murders me.
So here is what I came up with. It was pretty easy, considering it's basically the way I feel about these crazy vids.
Disclaimer: As the Tim Roth Tutorials start to get more attention, I feel it only right to assure folks that these Tutorials are based on Tim Roth's characters in various movies, and not on the actor himself or the way he sees the world. No offence is intended in the making of these lessons; they are made for fun and for fans of Tim Roth and all his groovy characters. So there you have it, hoopy froods. Enjoy the Tutorials, and take notes, 'cos there will be a pop quiz someday.
Hopefully, that'll waylay any misunderstandings or whatnot. I highly doubt he's seen any of these, but then I highly doubted my Facebook was being monitored by Big Brother, too. So, I'm taking the "any-fucking-weirdo-thing is possible" attitude about it all, and taking the safe and high road.
And if that doesn't twirl your lasso, just click on the LJ Cut.
( Sweet Jesus, how can one little man contain all that sexy goodness? )
Right then, I'm off to shove a sno-cone down my pants.
Embedding was disabled on Tutorial #39, and I have no idea why...and this really pisses me right off. That said, just click the URL, and you can see it on my You Tube channel: http://youtu.be/UBDYrfPs414
Enjoy! And, if you have any Tutorial ideas, don't be shy. If I can make it (barring not being able to find the video footage), I will, jes' for you.
Off for more writing. The tale is fleshing out nicely, and I think I've figured out what keeps Flint alive. And it really pisses Cadmus off. I'm loving being able to allow Cadmus full-blown emotions now, although he's letting the cat out of the bag about his real-life parents as a result. That's okay.
Then it occurred to me.
The phone is on vibrate.
So, if I put the phone down my pants when he gears up each morning...I could technically say that Tim Roth literally gave me an orgasm.
I think I just reached the lowest depths of depravity. Maybe I should shove a sharp knife in my temple and be done with it.
Aaaand, he's at it again. I could start up my own amateur porn site at this rate.