Armitage Agonistes blogged about a review of the Pinter/Proust production HERE. She included the picture above, which was posted by Peter Clements, who played Marcel in the production. It shows Richard Armitage in conversation with the director of the production, Di Trevis, and Annabel Capper standing with her back to the camera.
I looked at this blog post this morning and couldn’t get the picture out of my mind. I had Saturday chores to do, so I didn’t spend a lot of time online, but got myself out the door to get started. At some point while I was driving I realized that I had been thinking for a long time not about the chores I had before me, but rather on the relationship of Richard Armitage and Annabel Capper, inspired by this picture. And I thought to myself, Is this normal? Why am I spending so much time thinking about an actor and his personal interactions with others? Am I avoiding thinking about my own problems instead? Is he more interesting to me than I am to myself?? Why do my thoughts turn so often to wondering what Richard Armitage is doing, or where he is (like is he in LA to go to the Grammys?) , or thinking about what I would do if I ran into him in the street…Yikes!
But I guess it’s far more interesting to ponder how long Richard and Annabel have been friends, how much I liked what I saw of her, wondering why their relationship didn’t work out, wondering what her personal situation is now, whether she resents the *fame* that RA has achieved, wondering if he had other girlfriends or boyfriends that we don’t now about, and how hard it is to maintain a relationship when you are a busy actor….NONE of which is any of my business as regards the man. Still my thoughts went on and on…
Now, I’m not saying that RA is the ONLY thing I think about. I think I’m pretty normal when I wake up in the middle of the night and EVERY F*ING PROBLEM I have plays on a continuous loop in my head! <sigh> Why can’t I think about Richard Armitage then? Sadly, it doesn’t happen. But during the day I do find myself thinking about him quite often. Very mundane thoughts. Not fantasies. I’m just wildly interested in what he might be thinking or doing.
Is this normal? I don’t remember doing this with Hugh Jackman. Maybe I’ve forgotten. I have obsessed about books and movies and certainly it seems “normal”, or “okay” to think about fictional characters and why they did or didn’t do something. So why do I feel vaguely guilty about thinking about a real person? Probably because of the sentence about about none of my business! But, maybe it’s really okay because he is a fictional character to me? I guess that might be okay. Hey, I feel better now. 😀 What do you think?
Pinter/Proust cast picture posted on Confessions of a Watcher with thanks to MyKdsRllyEatThs.