I had the absolute best birthday possible. I dressed as Beetlejuice while the gorgeous bonzananza dressed as my Lydia and we hung around being awesome.
Edgar Wright and Raul Esparza on a midnight cruise.
One wears a sash of black and red embroidered fine and soft,
the other with a flag he drapes around his neck aloft.
They walk and talk around the ship, with noone else around.
Raul crooning softly as his voice does sooth the night,
and Edgar smiling sheepishly with childlike delight.
Raul does ask about Wright’s sash and asks why it is worn.
To which he does reply that it does represent his love,
and that he cannot think of any that he cares for above.
Then Wright remarked upon Raul and why he has his flag.
Raul just sighs as Edgar looks at him with high regard,
and says “I hate explaining this, its fucking Eddie Izzard.”
Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.
Hannibal: When will my reflection show, who I am inside?