Moving is weird. It can also be upsetting, stressful and wonderful – if you like where you’re going. And now that it’s over you can be assured of two things. 1) I will finally shut up about moving (can I get a hallelujah?), and 2) I enjoy the weirdness of life (especially when presented to you packed neatly away in boxes) even more. So what better way to celebrate the end of a move with the wonderful weirdness that is Tilda Swinton. I know from the second the lights went up in the darkened theater at the end of “Orlando,” that I had witnessed the birth of a strange and magical creature I hoped would continue to delight me for the rest of my days. So far so good.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
All Tilda, All the Time
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j'adore tilda
Thanks for this. Just saw Grand Budapest and there wasn't nearly enough Tilda in it.
oh tilda, tilda is much like charlotte rampling- one can never get enough of her. a supreme actor who makes all act better around her. thank you dor the compilarion of some of her scenes!
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