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Donnerstag, 6. Juni 2019

Happy Birthday Jason Isaacs!

Look, I play all these tough guys and thugs and strong, complex characters. In real life, I am a cringing, neurotic Jewish mess. Can't I for once play that on stage?

I imagine like most of us that I'd like obscene amounts of money but the people I met and worked with who have those obscene amounts of money and have obscene amounts of fame have awful lives. Really. I mean hideously compromised lives. And I can go anywhere. No one knows who I am.

I think I was probably always a liar; I just get paid for it now.

I don't know if it's a romantic comedy but I'm in the beginning of the first of the season of 'The West Wing.' We shot it last year. I don't know. If anyone asks me to be in one, I'll jump on it.

I went to university and I was a bit out of my depth, socially.

There is nothing nicer than playing someone who is cooler, tougher, more virtuous and sexier than yourself and thinking, 'I can be anyone.'

In the moment of acting you don't feel like anything, you feel like the person, as much as you can.

I'm at the beginning of it. I'm Elektra's last job before the story kicks off.

I imagine like most of us that I'd like obscene amounts of money but the people I met and worked with who have those obscene amounts of money and have obscene amounts of fame have awful lives. Really. I mean hideously compromised lives.

I would love to tell you I've found the secret to eternal youth. I go to the gym and avoid too many chips. I love to eat, hate to work out, but if you can't count all your ribs from a distance you're considered obese.

It seems a bit weird to call someone your girlfriend when you have a child.

It's just really, really beautiful. Each scene is one long 15 minute take without cutting. My scene is with Robin Wright-Penn so I'm pretty excited about that.

I get some of the nicest fan mail you could imagine. Also when I'm up for an award, my fans all vote online and then they'll boast to each other about how many thousands of times they've clicked my name. Their thumbs must be bleeding!

I got into shape because I took kick-boxing lessons every day to prepare for a fight scene with Taylor Lautner. I really wanted to lie down and eat Chinese food, but I kick-boxed every morning and ran. If someone was filming you with your kit off, you'd do the same thing.

I damaged my Achilles tendon, so I can't run.

Well, he's not going to get any nicer. He's a genocidal racist maniac. He's one of these people who thinks the world was a great place when Voldemort ruled the world. He's particularly offended by mixed-blood Mudbloods, the product of wizards and humans. So I hope he goes into therapy.

God, I hate interviews with actors pouncing on. Who wants to know about their lives? I don't want to know about Al Pacino's life.

I am not a sex symbol.

I think this show I'm going to do,' Awake,' if it's done well, will not only be provocative and entertaining, but help people. I want to do that.

Every time I make a plan, God laughs at me.

Acting is a really simple job - it's just hard to do. You just have to be that person with their background in that situation. That's all it is. My kids do it all the time when they're dressing up and playing games.

I'm still spending my working life trying to mine people's souls and now they're complimenting me in reviews on the amount of time I spend in the gym. On the definition of my triceps.

When I started acting, I thought everything should be issue-based and that there should be a helpline at the end of every program.

I can't tell you too much about it because I'm not even meant to tell you that I'm in it. In fact, I might never work again now that I've been talking to you. I'm not in it for very long, let's put it that way.

Acting is usually regarded as a wholly narcissistic pursuit but there really is a hunger in me to unravel the human condition.

I could release myself into acting in a way that I was not released socially.

When I came back from filming 'Abduction', I told my agent: I'm staying in London now. If it takes doing children's theater from the back of a van in Kilburn, that's OK. I need to be with my family. My job is to keep the family together and provide for them.

Christ. Air Force One just landed in Britain and, in a brief and magical moment of national harmony, the whole country just gagged on someone else's vomit.

How flattering. Sadly, you have nothing to recommend you at all: not your islamophobic, mysogynist, puerile timeline, not your infantile bullying nor the cretinous hypocrisy of criticising an actor for opinions you choose to read, when the world answers to a reality TV president

Oops. Boris, twatting on in a way that he might just regret. Particularly if every single one of you hits retweet. Joy.

Back from family holiday and reading the news for the 1st time in a week: Mueller says it's not his job to convict a criminal president. The UK thinks a different chef will save the Titanic. War with Iran likely and markets crash because Trump's a malignant anal tumor 

Discussions of our momentous national crisis have been replaced across all the media, every online platform and over every dinner table with an obsession over an emotionally, morally and politically bankrupt woman's voice cracking as she's fired. Resist. 

Finally a Republican Congressman says what is apparent to every sentient being who reads #Mueller, but has been violently denied by a bunch of feckless partisan scrotes: Trump's a traitor, a criminal and a gangster (and his Attorney General's worse).

You’re looking in the wrong place: check out the real newspapers, the demented digital diarrhea of @realDonaldTrump and the beauty/horror of your generation fighting to save your future from my lot’s best efforts to destroy it all. Can this really be the only dimension?! #TheOA

Just a fraction of the squirming.

Remember, the European elections don't use the first-past-the-post-system, so as long as you vote for any of the following parties you are in effect voting for that a confirmatory referendum: Liberal Democrats, Greens, SNP,  Plaid Cymru, Change UK 

I never have and never will be a Tory. I'm a life-long Labour supporter who's sickened by our appalling leadership at a time when our country needs it most. At the immoral political games being played to gain power by a man who posed as above it and, yes, by genuine antisemitism.

Weasel words. He endorses a book containing famously anti-semitic tropes yet would 'vigorously not support' those parts? Pathetic. At least he's consistently evasive: on Europe, antisemitism and a confirmatory vote the man's a political pygmy.

Jetlagged stupor. Woke 'cause sadist before me set hotel room alarm for 6am. Felt my way to bathroom. Did biz in dark. Opened door back to bedroom. Inexplicably light. Closed eyes. Felt for switch. In corridor naked. Fuck. Jammed toe in closing door with inch to go. Can't sleep.

Compulsory and terrifying viewing only for the very few: if you have Facebook, if you care about democracy or if you're not too keen on the rise of fascism. The rest of you don't bother. Chill.

You owe it to yourself and our children to take 5 minutes to read this. And to ensure we don't fall into the traps she outlines so articulately: welcoming the distraction of admiring her or shrugging our collective shoulders and saying "It can't be done."

Fuck closing our fridges quicker and using dirty towels. It's our governments' responsibility to force significant changes on the worst offenders and save our planet and our children's futures. Our job is to let them know we're watching. 

If they don't impeach because 60% of the Republican Senate won't behave honorably and if they can't prove he conspired with Putin but was, instead, Putin's favoured choice of president, we're just left with a treasonous, racist, sexist, self-obsessed, lying, bullying moron. Phew.

'Oh my God. This is terrible. This is the end of my presidency, I’m fucked.' said the Bouffant Bigot on hearing of the appointment of a special counsel. Congress may or may not impeach, but one thing's beyond doubt:  he's guilty and he knows it. 

Three to be delivered (I have Prime):
1.  To the White House
2. To the golf buggy at Mar Al Lago
3. To the make-up mirror where it sits while getting white circles painted on its pumpkin face. 
Oh wait. It's written words. Is there an inflatable version with a stripper talking?

What you are is a lying bully who's been called on it. You hurriedly deleted a tweet where you tried your hardest to burst the bubble of a brilliant and emotionally fragile artist for whom the show has been a lifeline. And kept me tagged. Which was your mistake. Apologise or GFY.

Hey Troll. I've met StarTrek fans and I've met StarTrek critics. You're neither. You're just a mouldy dick looking for attention. Don't be rude to delightful people and don't tag actors who care. About our work. Very much not about you. 

Wondering what to see this weekend to take your mind off the venal, hate-filled toxicity spewing out of the mouths of the powerful? I thought so. Go and be reminded that when facing catastrophe, most people are actually generous and loving.

Every day I wake up, listen to the news on the radio and have to recalibrate everything. I want to go home. 

If you want to stay in Europe click here and send a message. That simple. Check your junk mail for the verification e-mail. Who knows where it might stop? If polls are right and Britain's changed its mind let's beat Gangnam style for hits and melt the web

Europe has given the UK's paralysed politicians a tiny window of opportunity to come up with something new or else we crash out with a #NoDealBrexit. Let's decide together in the light of what we now know -and given our real world choices - what we want to do. 

People who don't like each other not having fun. Posted by someone who's not jealous. At all. Or bitter.

15 tweets so far today from the leader of the free world. How he does a full-time job and finds the time to misspell lies on twitter, cheat at golf, urinise and glue the 3 hairs around his shiny testes head and paint his face  - not eyes - with all-weather varnish beggars belief.

To the many supportive, talented and exquisitely tasteful followers who have flattered me with your attention all year - thanks for putting up with long absences, toxic rants and bouts of nauseating but necessary self-promotion. Much more to come on all fronts. 

This #Christmas I want to wish all of my tribe - the Trekkers, the Potterheads, the Witterers, the active campaigners for equality of opportunity and fairness - much love. It's a time of inclusivity so the Trump fans, the Brexiteers, the right everywhere...Nope. Can't. Fuck you.

Just to be clear, though: clowns that they are, at least none of them are gangsters who refer to govt witnesses reporting indictable crimes as “rats” while betraying an ignorance of the working of any dept of state that even a lab rat could fake after nearly two years.

Quick thread for confused foreign friends. The British Prime Minister is fighting to pass a catastrophic deal navigating our exit from Europe. She pulled the vote because it was doomed and ran around Europe looking for concessions but was told to fuck off in 27 languages. 
Now she’s rescheduled the unwinnable vote and is facing momentum from all sides to put the issue back before the public - a #PeoplesVote - and is furious that she’s spent 2 years negotiating something she never believed in and campaigned against in the first place. The cheek. 
She’s determined to force it through, while the opposition party have no  discernible policy other than arguing with each other quietly so as not to draw attention, but their leader tabled a motion of no confidence in the PM. Not to force an election, just to be a mean girl.

The Conservatives want to replace the captain of a half-sunk Titanic with someone who'll do a better deal with the laws of physics. It would be funny if they were in charge of the school jumble sale instead of the future of a country's youth and a continent's peace. 

I've got bone spurs on my big toe (actual spurs - not rich daddy please don't shoot at me spurs). If I wake up from the operation and the surgeon says "They've gone, but I had to take your foot off and graft your toe onto your arse", I'll wish he'd had a chat first.

Not only that, but our essential services will fall apart. The brilliant and compassionate Greek cardiologist who saved my dad's life by finding his leaky heart valve two weeks ago won't be there. Or the Italian nurses. Or the Croatian cleaners. We'll have to stockpile medicine

Far from there being extra money for our amazing NHS, everyone - even the government - admit that our economy will shrink and that we'll have LESS money. For the health service, social services, police...everything. The country'll be poorer and it will hit the poorest hardest.

This isn't about re-running the referendum debate or name calling - Leave voters weren't racists any more than Remainers were all protected Metropolitan elites - lies and fear-mongering dominated the argument. Now there's an actual deal on the table and it's clear it's a disaster

Read this. I don't care if you're a Republican, Democrat or Flat Earther...this gangster needs to end up in a boiler suit to match his jaundice and showering back to the wall. Americans, call your reps and demand answers. Europeans, er, do some retweeting and worry eat.

Met the genius #StanLee at my first convention. He had an endless line and signed autographs all day long, which he did almost every weekend. 
"Why do you do it, Stan?" I asked "Do you like meeting the fans, traveling, what?"
"It's the fucking money, kid!" he winked. 
It wasn't.

Surreally, my account was suspended for the last week because of what twitter calls "an attempt to suppress or intimidate voters". It was this tweet, which invited anyone identifying as a racist, sexist, homophobic, islamophobic neo-fascist to vote on the wrong day.

On the other hand, if you're not a fan of the "fine people" in Charlottesville wearing swastikas, of "pussy-grabbing" as a mating ritual, of eviscerating public faith in a free press or of refusing to preserve the planet for our children then vote like there's no tomorrow.

Every time you think #Trump has shown us the lowest he can go, he limbos under the bar again. Can you imagine any other leader not expressing horror and support for political rivals sent bombs? Not this hate-mongering , periwigged pustule. Fuck him silent in the mid-terms please.

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