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So, instead of talking about Spike Lee's documentary last night (because seriously. I do not need to cry today) I'm going to talk about the BBC production of Catherine Cookson's The Moth, starring the ever-gorgeous Jack Davenport. Um, it's not a deep movie, although it really REALLY wants to be. For the record, it's not bad. Except for the oven mitt scene where I laughed. Oh, and the "I'm crazy! Can't you tell? I'm walking BACKWARDS. See? Crazy," scene. And the extreme overacting of "I am distraught, watch me SCREEEEAAAAM" moments, BUT REALLY! I highly enjoyed it, and not just because Jack "Can I Get Naked In This Movie?" Davenport is in it. Okay, that's a huge part. Hahahaha.

I would like to state for the record that Jack Davenport's character Robert Bradly may be the best Peter Stu ever written. Handsome? Check. A man on his own terms? Check. Sensitive to the monthly needs of women? Ahahaha. Check. Here we go. Yeah, I'm aping this from sarahtales, but come on. And for the record, this is tub of ice cream and/or chocolate movie watching at ITS FINEST.




THE MOTH: aka WHO NEEDS A CUDDLE?

Pre-Production...

David Boreanaz: Welcome to David's Ye Olde Irishe Accente Workshoppe
JackDav: Thanks. Homework?
DB: Eats lots of Lucky Charms™. That's how I mastered it.
JackDav: Done and done.


Intro: The Irish work hard! The Man covers them artfully in soot!
Irish Shipbuilders: Woe. Also: filth
JackDav: I am handsome, also, I like books! *is set apart from the rabble thus and so*
Uncle: Yer da's dead. Work for me where I can unleash all of my frustration about your father on you unfounded! Also, carpentry and I'm Christian - this is completely random.
JackDav: I am in no way suspicious, but my emerald eyes are flashing.
Uncle: Can you turn a lathe?
JackDav: It's 1913 - this is a metaphor for masturbation. Oh, yeah. I can work a lathe all. Night. Long.
Cousin: I'll say!
JackDav: Eww. Also, obvious distaste for you.
Cousin: Oblivious adoration, nonetheless! *cow eyes*
Auntie: Hmmm. *machinates*

New Hovel Ceiling Beam: *plots to brain all who enter*

Uncle: Build me chairs!
JackDav: BAM!
Uncle: Hmmm. Build me tables!
JackDav: BooYah!
Cousin: Oh, yer a right handsome feller.
JackDav: Eww.
Cousin: *very very slow on the uptake*

Hot Village Chick: Fancy a kiss?
JackDav: Do I? *glomp*
Target Audience: SWOON. Hands! Hands in new places!
HVC: Say, I already have a boyfriend. Let's call him... Howard. *shows collar bone*
JackDav: SCORE. *makes out more, free and CLEAR!*
HVC: I've conveniently forgotten about Howard. What say you make an honest woman of me?
JackDav: What say I keep that cow and DON'T pay for the milk?
HVC: Backfires!
JackDav: Haha, these eyes flash becomingly for you no more!
HVC: I hate you! *reaches out when he doesn't look*
JackDav: What was that?
HVC: Nothing.

Pub: We are a common, yet loveable lot!
Drunken Irishman: I am a stereotype!
JackDav: Befriends you ALL, for I am Peter Stu!
Barkeep: Yar. 'Tis true, 'tis true.

JackDav: Drunken stumble back to my hovel and work tomorrow, did I mention I'm Irish?
Crazy!Millie: Am I an apparition? Or just a gorgeous yet eccentric woman walking your way?
JackDav: I'm not too drunk to recognize a pretty lass!
Crazy!Millie: No, for they can't decide if I am mentally challenged, or just wildly eccentric.
JackDav: Protect like a brother, then!
Crazy!Millie: I come out every single full moon. Like a woman's monthlies.
JackDav: How oddly eccentric. I could do without that last bit. Let's cuddle.
Crazy!Millie: I am childlike and beguiling. Oh, say! My man doth cometh from hither and yon.
Argus Filch: I've got my eye on you, Potter! Come away from her, I am oddly protective and the Head Man of her estate! Downstairs Fa Lyf! *gang sign, exuent*

Sarah, Handsome and Tall: I care for my sister. And the estate. And the family's social standing. And...
Mother: Establish that I'm in mourning and not caring of anything any more.
Father: I am a right bastard!
Crazy!Millie: Is there any wonder? *spins*
Smarmy Boyfriend of Sarah: I hate your sister. Also, I'm a poor man's Gilderoy Lockhart!
Sarah: I can change him. He'll love my crazy sister.
Crazy!Millie: Watch me make that impossible!

JackDav: Once again I avoid my Hovel's Ceiling Beam, hahaha!
Beam: I'll get you, my pretty.
Cock: CROW!
Cousin: I say, I shouldn't be here, but I'm hoping you are naked and SCORE.
JackDav: BACKSIDE!
Target Audience: Money shot. Carry on.
JackDav: Okay, now I'm going to be rude. You aren't my type.
Cousin: I'll show you! You'll see! YOU'LL ALL SEE!
Beam: *taunts*
Cousin: *keeerack!*

JackDav: Pub!
Pub: Norm! JackDav!
JackDav: Walking home, I hear decidedly un-shrub-like noises.
Shrubbery: Giggle and titter!
JackDav: Investigates, smirks!
Shrubbery: Very much a non-Catholic happening in here!
JackDav: Home to my lathe, then, for I am the hero and only intimate my needs.

Uncle: Yer like a son I ne'er had.
Auntie's Eye: GLEAM!
JackDav: I am not controlled by the man! See this cake? *haves and EATS*
Uncle: Wot wot? Cousin?
Cousin: BELLEH.
JackDav: I didn't do it. Like, she's decidedly not a stiffener.
Uncle: CHISEL TO THE HEAD!
JackDav: Effing OW!
Uncle: Unrelenting anger and righteous fury!
JackDav: *ties scarf to forehead* Wax off!
Uncle: Ye'll ne'er step foot in here again!
JackDav: *steps foot in to show he is not bound by man NOR God's law, then leaves! WITHOUT CUDDLES!*

Argus Filch: Ye're handsome. No work for you!
JackDav: We'll see about that.
Sarah H&T: Oh, we'll find a way to squeeze you in.
JackDav: Filch: Face? Hand. Talk into it.
Filch: Slop the pigs. Work the fields. FIX THE WINDOWS, muah ha ha!
JackDav: Sweats and works HARD. Also, pwns all jobs.
Target Audience: Mmmmm. Work that scythe, bitch.
Crazy!Millie: Yay, my secret boyfriend!
JackDav: Wait - are you challenged? Or my sex interest?
*checks script*
Crazy!Millie: Damn. Okay. *childlike spinning*
JackDav: Say, your sister is handsome. I'll hug you in a brotherly fashion.
Crazy!Millie: Best. Day. Of work. EVER.

Mother: Consumption.... *cough*
Father: Hey, let's spend it like we've got it!
Mother: GOD. Oh, nice whore, HUSBAND.
Father: Backhand!
Mother: That was all I needed to push me over the edge.... *consumptivates*
Sarah: Mother?
Mother: Sarah! *weak* ...letters. Millie - crazy from being born out of WEDLOCK!
Audience: Er, how about because you're all horrid to her?
Mother: OUT. OF. WEDLOCK. *dies*
Sarah: Reads saved letters. *sobs* No institution for sister!
Bastard Brother of the 2-D type: I exist, and am a Father-in-training. Off to the Whores of Oxford! *leaves*
Father: Whoo hoo! I'll marry again! Also, Crazy!Millie? 'Tutionalize.
Sarah: NO.
Father: Backhands, yo! Haven't you been paying attention?
JackDav: Skulks in hallways and notices. Growing attraction to women in need? Check. Cuddles with EYES, because hands not allowed.

Cousin: Baby Suri Pillow Belleh Grows! Cannot hide any longer...
Rumor Mill: JackDav is a cad.
Townspeople: Mmm hmmm. I knew there was something.
Rumor Mill: Preggers and LEFT her.
Townspeople: We will shun him at... THE PUB.
JackDav: GASP!
Pint of Bitters: I... I miss you.

Poor Man's Lockhart: Slinks away.
Sarah H&T: I'll just pop over and surprise my fiance.
Garden Party: Oh. Um.. invite lost? Er...
Sarah H&T: Hello pretty girl in tennis whites and many people looking away. I am oblivious.
PML: Er... About that engagement. Mother says no.
Sarah: Pussy.
PML: Ouch.
Sarah: To the hillside! RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE!
JackDav: *happens by* I am decidedly NON-machine like.
Sarah: Rawr. I'll say.
JackDav: How about some newly established sexual tension while I lift you from the carriage?
Sarah: Mmm, yes please.

Argus Filch: Points to Ladies of the House! UPSTAIRS!
Cook: Points to self! Downstairs!
JackDav: In my lady's chamber! Haha, not. BUT I WANT.
Father: Say, I should kill the Feeb.
Crazy!Millie: I'll run and jump off the bridge like you ask, Papa!
Father: GLEE.
Argus Filch: SHOVE! Protect! SAVES THE EFFIN' DAY, yo! Take that, Weasley Twins!
Father: Falls to my death and I did NOT see that coming! Ahhhhhh! *bellyflop*
JackDav: Pining for a pub... SPOTS!
Filch: I killed my Master! Nooooooooooooooooooo!
Anakin: Dude, that's MINE.
JackDav: I will help you say it was an accident.
Filch: Argh, now I'm beholden. BEHOLDEN.
Sarah: I see you are a good man. You lie to HELP. I want to touch the pretty man. *restrains*
JackDav: How about I flash my eyes at you, to show you that I am a Common Man and also painfully good looking?
Audience: I'll say!

Homely Housekeeper: Exists, mocks self!
Bastard Brother: Eww, coyote ugly!
Friend with no lines: Hahaha.
Bastard Brother: I want to fire her and hire someone I can bone.
Homely Housekeeper: RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE! (when appropriately out of sight of Betters)
JackDav: Happens by YET AGAIN. Also, care for a cuddle?
Homely Housekeeper: Does a one-legged duck swim in a circle?
Sarah: BUSTED! How could you?
JackDav: Still with the fondling of homely housekeeper.
Sarah: Eww. No, seriously. How could you? *clutches pearls, wants to touch the pretty for herself*
JackDav: Sometimes ugly girls need cuddles too. I'm saving the best of my cuddles for YOU. Also: your bro's a prick.
Sarah: Tell me about it. Also, if only you COULD touch me. Stupid class system.

Estate Dynamic: Changed!
JackDav: I may work with my hands, but I am a man of intellect!
Sarah: Oooh, conversation! Also, you are handsome.
Crazy!Millie: *walks backwards with hand twitching*
JackDav: Er... right. I chose the right sister. *cuddles crazy!Millie because HE CAN*

Cousin: BELLEH - Argh, labor!
Camera: Zooms in on blood, good lord!
Cousin: LABOR! AHH!
Auntie: Why didn't he marry you, you stupid cow? Marriage cures painful labor!
Uncle: Strangely lit to show my woe and shame.
Auntie: Call the doctor! Baby's dead. I BET YOU PRAYED FOR IT.
Uncle: Now officially pushed over the edge and CHAGRINED.
Cousin: Heaps coals on your head, aka: DIES, TOO.
Uncle: Good time for a walk in the snow. On NEW YEAR'S EVE (clever, wot?)

Estate: We are a happy family with a dead bastard father and Upstairs/Downstairs is just hinted at now.
Sarah: I want to touch the pretty man. *restrains - she is made of STEEL*
JackDav: How about I stand rakishly and re-establish that we have feelings for each other?
Sarah: Works for me! If only there weren't rumor mills... *looks at camera to remind audience*
Audience: Dude. He's hot. We dun kair. *longs for passionate cuddles*
Filch: I am now angry with Potter JackDav for not remembering his place! Downstairs!
JackDav: *continues to erase line in sand* Murdered their father says what?
Filch: What?
JackDav: Smirks, also, flashes handsome grin.
Crazy!Millie: I have a puppy! I am feeble minded, and yet have been given charge of a puppy. THIS IS AN EXCELLENT IDEA AND IS IN NO WAY FORESHADOWING.
JackDav: I'll do an arcane ritual for New Year's Eve in order to bump into..
Uncle: ME. Woe.

JackDav: SAVES THE DAY. *holds comfortingly - he's a man, so it's not a cuddle*
Uncle: Can you forgive me?
JackDav: Of course I can. My famous Irish Temper™ is nowhere to be seen.
Uncle: Take me home James Norrington Jack.
Rumor Mills: Grind to a SCREECHING HALT.
Pub: How about a pint of bitters?
Pint o'Bitters: *Cries* I've missed your full lips.
JackDav: If I could fill up a person-shaped balloon with beer, I would hold it.
Pint: *longs*

Bastard Brother: I have no regard for anything!
Sarah: I'll say.
Bastard Brother: Hmm? Say, how about I let our house fall into ruin?
Sarah: ...
Bastard Brother: Let's stop paying the staff. Oh, and Crazy!Millie? Let's send her away.
Filch: I am increasingly unstable. UPSTAIRS!! DOWNSTAIRS!! Eye twitch.
Sarah: I am beginning to realize this whole "lady" b.s. isn't worth it. DAMN, that man can work a lathe.
JackDav: *works it* I beg pardon? *smirks*

Uncle: And.... *dies*
Lawyer: All to JackDav. Man of PROPERTY now, isn't that convenient?
JackDav: Auntie, I'll never make you leave your home.
Auntie: Give me babies.
JackDav: ...
Auntie: Not MY babies. Wot about that pretty Sarah, eh? YOU CAN HAVE ANY WOMAN YOU WANT. *looks into camera*
Audience: Starting right here, baby, rawr.
JackDav: I will work this ass like there ain't no class. System. You know what I mean.

Filch: YOU WILL NOT BE MASTER OF THIS HOUSE.
JackDav: Whatev.
Accountants watching: He didn't inherit THAT much. It's an ESTATE, yo. He only inherited a carpentry business and small farm.
Sarah: Hmmm. Your newfound property intrigues me, for it will not be such a scandal if I allow you to cuddle me.
Filch: Oh YEAH? *writes "anonymous letter" to a Lady of Plot Device and possibly Devonshire*
Lady: Eww, don't diddle the help, dear.
Sarah: But! CUDDLES! *points to JackDav*
Lady: Oh. Well. Carry on, dear!
Sarah: Rubs hands.
Crazy!Millie: Don't forget about me! *walks down stairs backwards because she is CRAZY, remember? Did you forget?*
Filch: I AM INCREASINGLY UNSTABLE.

JackDav: Say, your hand looks cold.
Sarah: My hand?
JackDav: Close your eyes. Give me your hand. (darling) Do you feel my heart beating? Do you understand? Do you feel the same?
Sarah: Am I only dreaming? Or is this burning an eternal flame?
JackDav: We're still in Victorian-era Ireland. You need to take the next step, my Lady.
Filch: Lovers interruptus!
JackDav: LEAVES. In a HUFF, sans further cuddling.
Sarah: DAMN. IT. If only some massive catastrophe would happen to allow me to make a move.
Crazy!Millie: You rang?
Bastard Brother: Ditto? Also, say, you don't really need a house to live in, do you? I'm selling this one. And joining the army. Ta!

Sarah: Crazy!Millie! Take your dog and go to your room. *turns to camera* Do not leave your room under any circumstances.
Crazy!Millie: Complete disregard, check.
Housestaff: Where's Millie?
Filch: I know - you go look outside, and I'll contort my face into its patented rage setting and burn the house to the ground!
Housestaff: Sounds good. Wait, wot?
Crazy!Millie: I will follow my dog and disobey my sister. What's this? An impenetrable room never seen before in our attic? LET'S GO!
Filch: BURN THE HOUSE TO THE GROUND. *kerosenes*
Crazy!Milly: *cough* La la la.

Sarah: JackDav! I have come to your comfortable house, eyeing the nice craftsmanship, and also you.
JackDav: You can live with me. If you can stand it. *flashes green eyes*
Sarah: How about I do? *flashes some wrist* Also, marry me?
JackDav: I turned down every other offer with violence. You? I will soften and long for marriage cuddles.
Sarah: .... yes, then?
JackDav: You've made me the happiest girl man in the world.
Sarah: Drive me home to collect Crazyville.
JackDav: But soft! What light through yonder tree breaks?
Sarah: It is the house, and Juliet is on fire!
JackDav: Who's Juliet?
Sarah: It's a rhyme - just DRIVE!

Filch: I am officially crazy! The class system of Her Royal Highness - and those Weasley Twins' swamp - has driven me mad!
Olympia Dukakis: *slaps* Snap out of it!
Crazy!Millie: I am burning! And afeared!
Dog: JESUS CHRIST GET ME OUT OF HERE! Oh, I mean *yip!*
Filch: I will run in and burn to death, for this is a moral tale! *does*
JackDav: I will run in and SAVE THE DAY. Also, KEEERIST I'm on fire!
Crazy!Millie: I really should be institutionalized. Shh! Don't tell!
JackDav: GOOD EFFING GOD MY ARM IS ON FIRE!
Crazy!Millie: Don't forget my dog!
Dog: I asked for NONE of this. None!
JackDav: Carries all to safety, INCLUDING the dog.
Dog: Okay, seriously. Peter Stu or no, you? THE MAN.
Camera: EXTREME CLOSE UP on burned and charred flesh.
JackDav: That's gonna sting.
Sarah: My Hero! Psst: I swear, after the credits roll? Let's stick her in an institution. You are a man who works with your HANDS, woe! I want to have carnal knowledge of what that means.

Oven Mitts: I'm supposed to be serious, but you're gonna laugh.
Audience: Is that really bad gauze work on his hands, or oven mitts?
Oven Mitts: Sigh.
JackDav: You don't have to marry me. I'm horribly scarred. ON MY HANDS. Also, there's these oven mitts.
Sarah: Well, it's seriously going to affect your cuddle-ability, huh? *looks to doctor*
Doctor: Shrugs. He'll get better.
Sarah: I WILL MARRY YOU.
JackDav: I will now awkwardly - WITH THE OVEN MITTS - put a ring on your finger.
Oven Mitts: My big moment! Don't drop it... Don't drop it!
Ring: Pwned!

Hovel Ceiling Beam: Haha! It is I! Back for more, are you?
JackDav: I'm kicking it old school. What say we get to those marriage cuddles?
Sarah: AND HOW. Also, I thank God every day for you, and you can't manage my buttons with those oven mitts, can you?
JackDav: Sadly, no. Say, I've mentioned I've read a lot, right? What say you ride me? Also, enough with the god talk. I'm trying to rub one out.
Sarah: Haha. Wait, NO. Those are MY cuddles.

CREDITS: If this was only on HBO...

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gillo
Aug. 22nd, 2006 04:29 pm (UTC)
The Irish wok hard!

This would be the Chinese/Irish of which we wot not?

Father: Falls to my death and I did NOT see that coming! Ahhhhhh! *bellyflop*

Nor did any of the viewers except the umpteen million who have read this book or any other identikit book by CC.


::falls over. Iz ded::

Beautiful work. My only quibble is that I refuse to believe any BBC adaptation of a Catherine Cookson novel would ever actually want or expect to be taken seriously. The most-borrowed author in British libraries for half a century, she didn't get where she was by inventingnew plots, characters or settings. The only surprise here is that it's set in Ireland and not Northumberland!
stoney321
Aug. 22nd, 2006 04:32 pm (UTC)
DAMN you're fast! (Had already fixed within MINUTES. *cries*)

And hahahahaha - yeah, she was QUITE prolific, wasn't she? I looked at her list of titles, and they're all about the same, huh? *grins* Makes for good chick!flick movie watching. And seriously: I'm a TOTAL Jack Davenport fangirl. I'll watch anything he's in. Anything. His voice is the sex. And his eyes, and body and...

Heh.
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floweringjudas
Aug. 22nd, 2006 04:47 pm (UTC)
I MUST SEE THIS MOVIE.
stoney321
Aug. 22nd, 2006 04:52 pm (UTC)
YES YOU DO. It's just after "This Life," and before "Ultraviolet" when he's beefing up and still v v lanky.

Mmmmmmmmmmm. I sweaer to god, my husband knows I get a free pass with this man. UNGH.
southernbangel
Aug. 22nd, 2006 04:52 pm (UTC)
Dude, I watched the documentary last night and simultaneously bawled and wanted to throw things in rage.

But, happier subject, I have no idea what the above is about (stupid cable does not get BBC *weeps*) but. . . BWAHAHAHAHAHA! I don't have to understand something to laugh at it. Which is why I laugh at physics and Bush.
stoney321
Aug. 22nd, 2006 04:57 pm (UTC)
Seriously, Jack Davenport, aka: The Total Package (or TTP for short) is worth the price of admission. The movie isn't badly made - just a few over the top moments and a conclusion you can spot from a continent away.

BUT THAT ISN'T THE POINT. The point is how effing awesome TTP is. I swear, all I needed last night was two cats under each arm and a block of chocolate to make the picture complete. (And that was my way to go to sleep without having nightmares from the other.)

Hahaha - laugh at physics and Bush. Hee!
a2zmom
Aug. 22nd, 2006 05:01 pm (UTC)
It's the inverse of Jane Eyre, now with 50% more death and insanity.
stoney321
Aug. 22nd, 2006 05:04 pm (UTC)
That is EXACTLY what it is, but a tad sexier, to boot. :)
cherusha
Aug. 22nd, 2006 06:02 pm (UTC)
FILCH! omg

I have not seen this movie, and yet! I was laughing along with the in-jokes all the way through. Target Audience is so me. I may need a tiara.

Also, oven mitts scene FTW! (except not because Dav Hands - especially on other people - are a national treasure. hmnyup.)
stoney321
Aug. 22nd, 2006 06:07 pm (UTC)
HIS HANDS ARE mortally WOUNDED. The "wrappings" were hilarious. HILARIOUS. I mean, it filled me with WOE. (Srsly, the movie is entertaining, and if you are fen as we are? IT IS GLORIOUS. OMG, watch how every time he kisses/fondles a lass his thumbs SOOTHE. Mmmm. He is a CUDDLER and I want him.)

FILCH!! Hee hee! Typecast, what? :)
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zandra_x
Aug. 22nd, 2006 06:26 pm (UTC)
Omg, Beam is in this? I love Beam. I see all of Beam's movies. ::google's for screencaps:: OMG, Beam!!!
stoney321
Aug. 22nd, 2006 06:27 pm (UTC)
WHO IS BEAM?? *is woefully ignorant of your nicknames for people, alas!*
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pernickety
Aug. 22nd, 2006 06:30 pm (UTC)
HAVE to see this movie.

CREDITS: If this was only on HBO... Yep. :)
stoney321
Aug. 22nd, 2006 06:32 pm (UTC)
Yes. Yes you do. Srsly: is he ever NOT naked/partially naked/completely sexy in any movies he's in, no matter how crap the show is???

And it's LONG. Like, almost 3 hours. Mmmmmm. I ♥ him.
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coercion88
Aug. 22nd, 2006 06:36 pm (UTC)
Have you ever read any Catherine Cookson? For she is the Yorkshire Bollocks. Romance with soot is her speciality - you either love or loathe her. Also, I went to see Pirates otC and came away with the distinct impression that Jack Dav. was actually the funniest thing in it this time round. I thought he underplayed beautifully, and I re-developed my crush on the boyo. You've seen This Life, right? Where he does Bastard with Charm?
stoney321
Aug. 22nd, 2006 06:40 pm (UTC)
<-- Miles!
I HAVE SEEN MOST EVERYTHING WITH JACKDAV. *stops yelling* Ahem. Yes. This Life. Mmm hmm. And agreed to him being the shining star of PotC, YES.

May I direct you to my many PotC and Coupling fanfics? *grins* I love him like Ros_Fod loves VK.

And yeah - bodice rippers of a... similar slant, right? They're all pretty much the same tale. (But this one has Jack! Heh heh.)
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thepiratequeen
Aug. 22nd, 2006 06:41 pm (UTC)
David Boreanaz: Welcome to David's Ye Olde Irishe Accente Workshoppe
JackDav: Thanks. Homework?
DB: Eats lots of Lucky Charms™. That's how I mastered it.
JackDav: Done and done.


HA! Oh, how I miss David B's accent. I keep hoping he has to go undercover on Bones as an IRA member or something.

Also? Must see this movie.
stoney321
Aug. 22nd, 2006 06:42 pm (UTC)
HAHAHAHA! Yay for someone laughing at my joke. *beams* YEAH. It's a must for all JackDav fen. Eroica? Not so much. The Moth with his barely restrained need to rip his shirt off and possibly blacken some boots SANS shirt? And be sweaty and seductive?

Um... I need a moment.
petzipellepingo
Aug. 22nd, 2006 07:14 pm (UTC)
The Irish wok hard . Well, that explains this then. "nods sagely while falling off chair over the rest of your post".
stoney321
Aug. 22nd, 2006 07:42 pm (UTC)
Wait. what? I corrected that, like MINUTES after posting it! *gnashes teeth, covers with ash*

Hahaha. GENIUS, ME. :D
gillo
Aug. 22nd, 2006 07:15 pm (UTC)
I feared as much, sweetie. The reason the Irish accent's crap is that it's not an Irish accent at all, but Geordie - that is, from the area between the Tees and Tweed rivers in the North East of England. ::points to icon of the best cathedral in TEH WORLD which is there::

Details, including some production photos are here.

Incidentally, Geordie is considered one of the hardest accents for Bloody Southerners(TM) to make any sort of sense of.
stoney321
Aug. 22nd, 2006 07:44 pm (UTC)
But wouldn't it be fair to say that the Geordie accent (and thank you for the info *files for later use*) isn't well done at any rate? Accents aren't JackDav's strong suit, as he tends to sound like the posh Southerner that he is?

AND HOORAY FOR PHOTOS, YAY!
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entrenous88
Aug. 22nd, 2006 07:44 pm (UTC)
DB: Eats lots of Lucky Charms™. That's how I mastered it.
JackDav: Done and done.

Oh my god, I *snorted* at this!

**goes to read the rest of the story**
stoney321
Aug. 22nd, 2006 07:47 pm (UTC)
HEEE!! This was another "came up with on my jog and cars look at me funny while I snort to myself" moment.

HELLO, SUGAR BOOGER!!
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allegraconbrio
Aug. 22nd, 2006 11:12 pm (UTC)
Hee! I weep for the Pints of Bitters. Those lips. *sighs*

Plus oven mitts and puppy! Aw, JackDav. You so rock.
stoney321
Aug. 22nd, 2006 11:58 pm (UTC)
OMG, Pint of Bitters was filled with WOE during the Great Jack-Out of 1913, yea verily! It went flat, tepid, and began to smell of skunk.

ANd then HE came along and all was well! *loves* Dude, seriously. How fucking sexy is Jack Davenport?? *fangirls*
slasheuse
Aug. 23rd, 2006 08:05 am (UTC)
Post on my journal! Help me plspls? MOTHER ON WARPATH.
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stoney321
Aug. 23rd, 2006 08:41 pm (UTC)
Hahahah! Spoken like a true fangirl. *loves* I've been spazzy about my online time - still trying to get used to my newfound freedom! (I just got back from seeing a movie, now the kids are home and we're tackling homework.) I didn't mean to let your last comment slide, honest!

*hearts you*
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