Made it through the day without ticking anyone off or anything serious, nothing involving or needing minions. I count that as a good day, don’t you?
Having a few hours to kill before star trek time, I found some dinner (thank you chipotle), stopped and picked up the tickets (thank you fandango) and am now re-caffeinating (thank you starbucks).
There’s this from the NYTimes:
Mr. Cumberbatch, pale and intense, has become the object of a global fan cult, and it’s easy to see why. Whether playing a hero (as in “Sherlock”) or a villain, he fuses Byronic charisma with an impatient, imperious intelligence that seems to raise the ambient I.Q. whenever he’s on screen.
And then this from the Guardian and others:
“So sepulchrally resonant that it could have been synthesised from the combined timbres of Ian McKellen, Patrick Stewart and Alan Rickman holding an elocution contest down a well,” sighed The Independent’s Jonathan Romney. “The deep-voiced Cumberbatch asserts fully self-justified treachery”, asserted The Hollywood Reporter’s Todd McCarthy.
Yeah, that. And in other interviews I’ve seen the man is also extremely funny, able to laugh at himself and able to rise above idiotic TV hosts. Yup. Keep working Mr. Cumberbatch!
