A town full of heroes and villains
In my sophisticated ongoing pursuit of aesthetic interests, I wandered down to Leicester Square tonight for the Star Trek premiere, hoping to catch a glimpse of the lovely Zach Quinto on the red blue carpet.
A glimpse is all I got, sad to say, since he didn't come within 20 feet of where I was standing, and I elected to concentrate on watching the action live rather than trying to take pictures. Nonetheless, I did see him with my very own eyes, so I can confirm that he really does exist and really is quite astonishingly handsome. Who'd have thought it? Lovely hair, nice suit, bit of stubble, fabulous cheekbones: there's no arguing with that sort of pretty. (I must admit, however, that I was also very taken with his photographer brother Joe, who was wandering around flashing his flashbulb and generally looking like a slice of unexpected deliciousness. He has a promisingly filthy grin, I note. Hee.)
I also saw the rest of the cast, at varying distances: Eric Bana (about two feet away, doesn't do it for me), Simon Pegg (in a black kilt, decent legs), Chris Pine (nice waistcoat), Karl Urban (I wouldn't have recognized him without the yelling crowd to help me), and J.J. Abrams (lil' perky director guy). Oh, and I also saw some other random celebs: Jonathan Ross (dressed like an embarrassing middle-aged dad, with his kids), Nick Knowles (looking ridiculous in a shiny Barrowman-esque suit and sunglasses), and Jeremy Clarkson (with wife - I didn't spot James or Richard although they were apparently both there).
Then I went home and watched brand-new Ashes to Ashes. And with the screeching wheels of an Audi Quattro, we're all catapulted back to 1982 and it's almost like we never left. The gang's all present and correct: Chris is surprisingly buff under those dreadful highlights, Ray is still the arse we know and barely put up with, and Shaz has ditched the bowl cut, which is all to the good. Gene's caught between cosy corruption with the boss and the knowledge that we all know he can do better if he tries, and Alex has exorcised the Scary Bowie Clown but is now being pursued by Even Scarier Rose-Dropping Future-Man (who's going to need a more catchy nickname). I'm thinking this must be the A2A equivalent of the Quantum Leap evil leaper, but it's presumably going to provide the running thread of postmodern what's-going-on-here for this second outing.
True, the main plot was a bit by the book, there were a few too many gratuitous tits on display, and I find myself missing Alex's perm, but there was some promising Alex/Gene chemistry (yeah, I think I ship it. Shut up.) and even a cameo by Grange Hill's Mrs McCluskey! All in all, a decent start to the series but there's still plenty to play for. Fire up the photocopier...
A glimpse is all I got, sad to say, since he didn't come within 20 feet of where I was standing, and I elected to concentrate on watching the action live rather than trying to take pictures. Nonetheless, I did see him with my very own eyes, so I can confirm that he really does exist and really is quite astonishingly handsome. Who'd have thought it? Lovely hair, nice suit, bit of stubble, fabulous cheekbones: there's no arguing with that sort of pretty. (I must admit, however, that I was also very taken with his photographer brother Joe, who was wandering around flashing his flashbulb and generally looking like a slice of unexpected deliciousness. He has a promisingly filthy grin, I note. Hee.)
I also saw the rest of the cast, at varying distances: Eric Bana (about two feet away, doesn't do it for me), Simon Pegg (in a black kilt, decent legs), Chris Pine (nice waistcoat), Karl Urban (I wouldn't have recognized him without the yelling crowd to help me), and J.J. Abrams (lil' perky director guy). Oh, and I also saw some other random celebs: Jonathan Ross (dressed like an embarrassing middle-aged dad, with his kids), Nick Knowles (looking ridiculous in a shiny Barrowman-esque suit and sunglasses), and Jeremy Clarkson (with wife - I didn't spot James or Richard although they were apparently both there).
Then I went home and watched brand-new Ashes to Ashes. And with the screeching wheels of an Audi Quattro, we're all catapulted back to 1982 and it's almost like we never left. The gang's all present and correct: Chris is surprisingly buff under those dreadful highlights, Ray is still the arse we know and barely put up with, and Shaz has ditched the bowl cut, which is all to the good. Gene's caught between cosy corruption with the boss and the knowledge that we all know he can do better if he tries, and Alex has exorcised the Scary Bowie Clown but is now being pursued by Even Scarier Rose-Dropping Future-Man (who's going to need a more catchy nickname). I'm thinking this must be the A2A equivalent of the Quantum Leap evil leaper, but it's presumably going to provide the running thread of postmodern what's-going-on-here for this second outing.
True, the main plot was a bit by the book, there were a few too many gratuitous tits on display, and I find myself missing Alex's perm, but there was some promising Alex/Gene chemistry (yeah, I think I ship it. Shut up.) and even a cameo by Grange Hill's Mrs McCluskey! All in all, a decent start to the series but there's still plenty to play for. Fire up the photocopier...