The film is Jim Jarmusch’s Only Lovers Left Alive, which is supposed to be releasing sometime this year. Our Mr. Hiddleston is a Vampire! Musician! with a One True Love! (Why don’t I just start sighing now to be in perfect practice for once the movie releases?)
Other actors include Tilda Swinton (below, pictured with TH) and John Hurt, both of whom I like as well. I’ve never seen a Jarmusch film before (though I highly approve of the last name) but with the cast and the storyline, I do believe this will be my introduction to his oeuvre.
To be fair, let’s place blame where blame is warranted. Ever since I’ve gotten into fangirl mode over BBC’s Sherlock – and yes, Benedict Cumberbatch (There, I’ve admitted it!) – I must now search out and find all shows that feature the aforementioned Mr. Cumberbatch.
Problem is, most of the films BC has done are period pieces or other types of films I have no interest in seeing, not even for the chance of hearing his voice once again (Have I always been this lowbrow? Umm, probably.) I’d rather just rewatch Sherlock. So the chance to see him in a film that I might have a tiny bit of interest in is not something I’m willing to pass up.
I did not enjoy the original Star Trek reboot – that was surprising. Going into it, I figured I’d really enjoy and hubby (who is not a trekkie, but does truly love the original series) would be meh on it. The opposite was what occurred. So this time around I figured I’d usher hubby out the door with his friends for a Star Trek day while I stayed with the kids. That way, he’d have a good time with the guys, I’d have pizza day with my girls AND have hubby owe me some “mommy” time later… win-win, right?
Instead, Benedict Cumberbatch ruined that plan for me. Now I need to find a babysitter and sit through Chris Pine’s portrayal of Kirk.
The problems of a fangirl.