I’m in love. I’m in love with a certain part of Ms Emilia Clarke’s anatomy. She has a wonderful pair. Is it any wonder she was Esquire’s sexiest woman alive for 2015? In the photo-shoot they did to celebrate that gong, as well as in her role in the juggernaut that is ‘Game of Thrones’, we’ve had ample opportunity to peruse her glorious anatomy in various degrees of disrobing – and most beguiling it all is too. But I’m in love with a specific component and they come as a pair. They seem to jiggle every which way, almost of their own volition. During her latest release, on the big screen at the State, they had me mesmerised in awe. To be quite honest, I never noticed them in her blonde persona on ‘GofT’ as she caroused around the countryside with her dragons – maybe I was distracted. But they first came to my orb, as a sort of foretaste, when Graham Norton interviewed her on his show spruiking the release I viewed, ‘Me Before You’. I couldn’t wait to see more of them in free flow and this movie certainly delivered. The camera was repeatedly focused on them – and so was I. I fully expected them to be recognised, in the end credits, as a character in the narrative in their own right. I know, as Leigh and I step up to watch the latest season of Game of Thrones, I’ll pay far more attention to them for, you see, I am madly besotted – besotted with Ms Clarke’s incredible eye-brows. They are a work of art.
As for the movie itself, the Age’s Jake Wilson and I are at odds. The banner of his review proclaimed, ‘Losing the Will to Watch’ – and he did. He clearly wasn’t at all enchanted by those eyebrows, nor much else about this vehicle. He awarded it a paltry one and a half stars. But in my experience of it, when I could concentrate on watching was actually happening as far as the storyline was concerned, I enjoyed it immensely. Initially the brown brows of the brunette version of the sultry Clarke had me so enthralled I was oblivious to much else, but the story itself became more engrossing as time wore on. Being PG there was no disrobing whatsoever, but the kooky character (Lou Clark without the e) still exhibited a wholesome allure with the eyebrows working overtime. Sam Claflin played Will Trainor, the object of her affections; a quadriplegic with a death wish. Initially employed by his ultra-rich parents as a companion/maid, of course love develops and seemingly the will to live is returning to Will. It’s not that simple though. I appreciated the role of ‘GofT’ alumni Charles Dance as his father and ‘Downton’s’ Brendan Coyle as Lou’s. Some have had qualms with this movie, stating that it flies in the face of the notion that disabled lives are no less worth living, but Will’s reasoning seemed sound enough to me. Some have also had scruples that he was played by an able bodied actor.
I realised, that in watching this, my emotions would be attacked, but remarkably, for me, I remained composed throughout. The only discordant note in it was the overly treacly music selected to accompany particularly emotive scenes – yuk. The movie would have been enhanced by less intrusive choices.
The Game of Thrones series just released is soon to grace our small screen here by the river and I will be paying particular attention to those eyebrows this time around. I suspect, though, that such is the nature of this world wide phenomena, that their mobility and distractabliliy will not be so much to the fore.