Happy May Day! “May the Firth Be With You”

When the @DrunkAusten account tweeted out “May The Firth Be With You” with this incredible image this morning, I was reminded of the time when Colin Firth dropped by and requested that we rename the behavior where someone glares at you a lot and pretends they don’t even notice you and definitely don’t like you and then hits you out of the blue with “SURPRISE, I LOVE YOU!” feelings from “firthing” to “darcying“? (Whoever arranged this, please know that it made my month, possibly my year).

If you scroll down, you can read the part where people pointed out that he plays other characters who act like this, and Commander Logic and I wrote a bunch of sketch comedy about how other directors try to get Colin Firth to “darcy” in subsequent films. Mine:

When you create something iconic, people want you to do it all the time.

Love Actually Director Richard Curtis, to Mr. Firth: “Colin, I hate to ask you this.”
Firth: “Not again.”
Curtis: “I just need a little bit.”
Firth: “But this guy has nothing to do with Mr. Darcy. Darcy wears puffy shirts. Jamie wears soft turtlenecks that match his eyes. Darcy has never been in love and doesn’t believe in it. Jamie is nursing a heartbreak but he knows that love is theoretically possible. They’re nothing alike! They’re in totally different places in life!”
Curtis: “My dear fellow, I don’t want you to go full Darcy – you don’t have to pretend you smell a fart whenever Aurelia is in the room! I just want a little bit of that glowering thing.”
Firth: “Shan’t.”
Curtis: “Howabout a sexy lean?”
Firth: “No.”
Curtis: “Manufactured nonchalance?”
Firth: “Richard.”
Curtis: “There’s a scene where you have to ask her father’s permission to marry her, and there’s sort of a comedy of errors about that.”
Firth: “I’m calling my agent.”
Curtis: “One smolder.”
Firth: “Just the one?”
Curtis: “My hand to god.”
Firth: “And I can keep the sweater.”
Curtis: “You can keep the sweater.”
Firth: “Fine.”
Curtis: “Let’s roll it.”

Logic:

Firth: RICHARD.
Curtis: *manufactured nonchalance* hm?
Firth: There is a POND?
Curtis: mmmmm, well. It’s more a collected pool, the water is running, you see-
Firth: And you want me to jump into it.
Curtis: The woman jumps in first, and you feel a way about that and-
Firth: Richard. We talked about this.
Curtis: And you said “No ponds.”
Firth: Richard.
Curtis: As anyone can clearly see-
Firth: Richard
Curtis: The water is running. Into a small pool-
Firth: Richard, no.
Curtis: Colin, YES!
Firth: And I’m to jump into it.
Curtis: THAT’s the spirit!
Firth: The water.
Curtis: THE WATER, YES!
Firth: … I’m keeping the sweater on.

That was a good day and this is why Search Terms posts are some of the best posts. 🙂 Also, Colin Firth is a brilliant, humane, gifted, wonderful, generous actor and possibly the world’s greatest sport. Like, the greatest sport of all time. I personally thought you were very good in Mama Mia.

While I’m all link-y: If you don’t follow my Patreon, I’ve got two recent pieces that are free to read and share up over there. One is from “The Half-Assed Activist” series, where I write about having depression and anxiety and also navigating the current United States political regime (where depression and anxiety are reasonable reactions). That one’s called “We Have Always Lived In Presidential Primary Season: A Half-Assed Activist Post About Getting Through This Shitshow Without Perpetuating Or Tolerating Bad Behavior And Keeping Some Tiny Spark Of Hope Alive.” It’s equal parts rant, manifesto, and some useful things people might actually do right now if they want to organize politically.

The other post is from today, it’s called Someone I Met Once Who Was Very Good At Their Job, it’s about one of my favorite coworkers of all time, solidarity with your coworkers, and the very end contains the sole justification in the history of the world for the “reply all” email function.

Have a good day, appreciate the people around you who are very good at their jobs, unionize your workplace, and try to share your feelings before you explode and declare your feelings.

 

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