A wee bit earlier because I’ve a delivery coming, cooking, washing etc.
Strange sort of argument where I actually agree, in principle, with MMutR … but I don’t feel it. His view is that an actor is an actor, actress an actress … that’s it. You judge by the character in the film, not by the private life of the actor/actress.
The logic is sound but the reason I ran this was because it had Peter Cushing and Bernard Lee. The one I passed over, 20,000 Leagues, had Kirk Douglas, Peter Lorre and James Mason, none of whom I liked either as actors or humans in RL. I could add, from other films, Barbara Stanwyck, Joan Crawford … I’m not even crazy about Bergman.
That is *&£#@#£&* logic, Jimbo … yes it is. But it’s how I see them.
I can’t help myself seeing the real person behind the a tor. Dirt Box Bogarde for example (my mother’s name for him). The tipping point for me was when my gf is anted to wat h Death in Venice, I found some jobs to do.
Knowing what dirt boxes some of these actors are/ were in real life taints their performances in whatever flick they’re in. Can’t watch S Fry in Jeeves and Wooster now I know what he is in RL. Same with Bogarde. Logic be damned.