May 20, 2006 | hero worship
This is Cillian Murphy in Cannes this week.
I am not in Cannes. I am, instead, in Reading, doing laundry and marking practice exams.
This seems so fundamentally unfair that I can’t even begin to start to attempt to consider it.
I mean, look at the poor guy.
He’s obviously pining for a bit of interesting conversation with a marginally deluded romance writer/grammarian. Those show biz people must get boring after a while. Blah blah blah Palme d’Or blah blah cinema blah blah sophisticated French crap blah blah champagne and the Oscars blah blah my agent darling and I loved you in that Irish film thing about the bloke in the dress and the subtitled robins.
He hasn’t even got anybody there to persuade him to undo the second button on his shirt.
What a drag.
Karen says:
Julie, I swear the second pic needs the caption “Where’s Julie when I need her?” He looks downright sad, ready to blow out a breath of frustration. It might also have to do with the fact that he can’t breathe cos of that straining button, I don’t know.
He needs to relax. Must be so hard being in Cannes near the beach and so on…
Julie says:
I know! I really do feel sorry for him.
Not quite as sorry as I feel for myself, but…
Kate Hardy says:
You know what he’s thinking in that second pic? ‘Bored, bored, bored. I need a delicious bad girl to show me the featured attraction…’
(Heh heh heh. And yes, I know, I’m supposed to be working. I’m avoiding the love scene until after Dr Who and the Cybermen, so I can work uninterrupted: just me and Robert Plant.)
Ehle says:
I just saw him in Batman Begins. And omigod. You’re right. He needs some cheering up. And what’s with that second button, anyway? Let the boy breathe.
Julie says:
You are both so totally right.
Lynettte says:
He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen! xxx