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You wandered onto the bunker set, surprised to see Jared sat at the table, looking at something on Sam’s laptop.

“Honey, I’m home!” you called, teasingly.

He looked up, a smirk appearing on his face.

“Oh yes you are,” he grinned, nodding you over. “Come here, you sexy thing.”

You grinned back, practically skipping over to him and flopping down in his lap.

“What’re you looking at?” you asked, noticing that he was actually using the computer rather than just staring at Sam’s home screen.

“Holiday cabins,” he admitted, kissing your cheek. “We get winter vacation soon. How do you feel about skiing?”

“Just us?” you asked, looking at the cabin he’d been thinking about.

“Just us,” he clarified, kissing you softly again, this time on the lips. “Sound good?”

“Sounds great,” you grinned as Jensen walked onto set in his Dean attire.

“Okay, enough of that, we’re filming soon.”

You laughed, getting off of Jared’s lap and giving him one last kiss.

“Be good,” you told them both, walking off set towards where you were supposed to be, in hair and make up.

“You ask about skiing?” Jensen asked, and Jared nodded.

“The plan’s going ahead,” he smiled, and Jensen patted him on the shoulder.

“Can’t believe you’re going to get engaged,” he grinned, and Jared bit his lip, nodding.

“Here’s hoping she says yes.”

Jensen scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“She’s not an idiot, Jared,” he reminded his friend. “Of course she’ll say yes.”

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The stars in the sky can’t come together as one, a red bouquet of flowers for the final performance


MORE favourite dead not-American actors: an Advent Calendar

Day 12: Cary Grant

It’s incredibly hard to think of anything to say about Cary that hasn’t been said a million times, but one thing about him, which I find always interesting, is that the idea of Cary Grant - you know, suave, charming, unruffleable, amused by the world - is only one part of him, and one side of his acting, and the roles he plays. It’s got a lot to do with Hitchcock, of course, 1950s Hitch in particular, as well as a lot of those later-career roles (Charade, Indiscreet). And that Cary is awesome, obviously, but oh I do like the other Carys as well. 

There’s screwball Cary, of course, overwhelmed by Kate H, squawking through Arsenic and Old Lace, trading jibes and zingers with Rosalind Russell. But inbetween these two extremes there are a lot of enjoyable and interesting variations. The trouble with Cary is that he makes the suave and the screwball look so easy, and it’s a short leap to then think, well, he’s not really acting that much is he? He’s just being Cary Grant. 

But he is acting, and what’s more, he’s damn good. Comic acting is as much - if not more of - a skill than dramatic acting. Timing, lightness of touch, underplaying - all of these things count a great deal. And he’s adept at mixing comedy into his dramas, and vice versa - look at The Bishop’s Wife or Talk of the Town (both ace, watch those); and of course look at the other Hitch films, the 1940s ones. Really, look at them, because they’re terrific. Cary is pretty much always a joy to watch, but there’s a real sense of something greater, more interesting, in those films. 

Favourite Role: Johnny Case in Holiday (1938) which is my fave of the Grant/Hepburn films (seriously, why isn’t is as well feted as Bringing Up Baby or The Philadelphia Story?) - it manages to be a philosophical, anti-materialistic romantic comedy that is a constant delight. It has an awesome cast (shout out esp to Lew Ayres as the adorable Neddy) and a corker of a script, and is not afraid to think, as well as entertain. 

Another good place to start: if you ignore the studio-enforced ending, then Suspicion (1941) is one of the best roles and performances of Cary’s career. Who better than Cary to play the most charming of sociopaths? None, that’s who. Plus Joan Fontaine (*heart eyes*) and a wonderful Nigel Bruce. It’s tainted by the ending, and so never quite makes the list of top HItch films, but it’s terrific. (Notorious, of course, is also all round terrific, but I always rec that.) Also Indiscreet (1958) which re-teams him with Ingrid Bergman for a sassy, snappy, adult romantic comedy. Some of Cary’s later roles are a bit squicky, as he’s the romantic lead still to an increasingly younger female co-star. But Ingrid is his age, and his equal, and of course fucking amazing, and it’s a joy of a film. 


“I love you.”

Happy Valentine’s Day! Have some McDanno kisses :)


april 11th, 2014 / july 17th, 2015