not in our stars, but in ourselves
Top o’ the mornin’ to ye, or afternoon, or dead of night, or whatever it is where you are. I was visiting family over the past two days, so I didn’t get to watch any movies as I would have liked, but I don’t want to let St. Patrick’s Day pass without giving it a nod. And so here’s a post as fluffy as an Irish cloud: some of my favorite Irish actors.
As Noel Coward reportedly quipped: if he’d been any prettier, they’d have had to call him Florence of Arabia.
One of those annoyingly talented actors who deserves all the praise he gets. Enjoy him while you can, because he’s supposedly retiring.
He is, shall we say, not too snobby about the films he picks these days – but isn’t that great? More Neeson for everyone! Action, comedy, drama, romance – the more Liam, the better, says I.
He’s done lots and lots, I know, but have you ever seen a dreamier Captain Wentworth? No one can beat Colin Firth’s Mr. Darcy for great Austen romantic leads, but Hinds comes awfully close.
Mostly, I know him from The Wire. But I also know that he’s got the best bitchface I’ve ever seen on anyone, including teenage girls.
A lethally charming blend of Irish and German, and a credit to gingers everywhere. Bonus points for his shark smile:
The creator and star of the excellent TV show Black Books, and a sardonic stand-up comic. Favorite quote: “You’re not really an adult at all. You’re just a tall child holding a beer, having a conversation you don’t understand.”
And two of my favorite Irish Americans…
Happy St. Patrick’s Day, you crazy kids. Don’t get too drunk, and be sure you call a cab if you do. More serious posting tomorrow, maybe.