Tag: John Simm

Some n00b: John Simm is too cute to be terrifying! 
Me, an intellectual: Exhibit A: “Prey” miniseries, in which the character, Marcus Farrow,  learns his youngest son has been brutally murdered along with his wife, and the police detective is stupid enough to accuse him of doing it right after telling him his  family is dead. 

(As an aside, the moment just preceding this, in which the camera is on his face for at least 30-45 solid seconds, and he acts out processing the information of his child’s death, is probably the most excruciatingly skillful, beautiful bit of neither underplayed nor overplayed acting I have ever seen.  This was in fact the show that made me decide John Simm was more than a Doctor Who villain or a Life on Mars protag, more than another good British actor, and in fact, the best.) 

//Sometimes I feel badly for John Simm because even if I had never gotten into Doctor Who, I would have considered him literally, legitimately, the best male actor of his time, and yet despite a tireless prolific career on the small screen and stage, despite being nominated for BAFTAs, he has almost no recognition outside the UK.  Meanwhile so many of his Whovian costars have gone on to become part of major American blockbuster film series or like Netflix dramas (Karen Gillan and David Tennant are in MCU, Tennant is also in the new Good Omens movie and was in Harry Potter movies, Matt Smith is in The Crown, and so on, and don’t get me wrong, they all DESERVE to be acclaimed too) and he’s still this unaffected introvert who “misses his kids” whenever he’s away too long and who says that his neighbors know who he is and don’t even care, and he seems…really content with this, actually, so I guess it’s okay, but a part of me wonders why his level of consistent excellence is never acknowledged.

It’s almost like he’s punished for being discerning and picky about his roles, and for always doing a good job. Like people are so used to him being so great at everything that they don’t even notice how skilled he is. 

It burns my toast, man.   

//tfw you become overwhelmingly emotional at seeing Kate call John “husband” and bragging about his magazine interview on Twitter, so you send them a stupid gushy message you know they’ll never read, and even now you’re crying because you know that…..

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I love you, John  :’) ❤  I wish I could tell you how much better you make my life.