James Cosmo
One of our finest actors, with a deep Scottish accent and a real screen presence. He's a definite in my top 20.
More brutal than handsome, I tend not to watch him in things like Highlander or Game of Thrones, though he looks good in both. They're just not my kind of thing.
As McCall in Shetland or Harry Woods in SS-GB, he excels, even if he's not the main event.
Can't find any of him in gloves, though. If anyone spots any, let me know.
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THE LION, THE WITCH, AND THE WARDROBE 2005
Do not cite the Deep Magic to me, Witch. I was there when it was written.
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Scrooge: A Christmas Carol Trailer
Based on Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, this musical adaptation hails from Timeless Films in association with Axis Studios. Stephen Donnelly directs and wrote the screenplay. The film features re-imagined songs from the late, great Leslie Bricusse (1970′s Scrooge) as well as songs by Jeremy Holland-Smith, who also arranged and produced the music.
Scrooge: A Christmas Carol stars the voice talents of Luke Evans (Ebenezer Scrooge), Johnny Flynn (Bob Cratchit), Jonathan Pryce (Jacob Marley), Olivia Colman (Ghost of Christmas Past), Trevor Dion Nicholas (Ghost of Christmas Future), Jessie Buckley (Isabel Fezziwig), Fra Fee (Harry Huffam), James Cosmo (Mr. Fezziwig), and Giles Terera (Tom Jenkins).
Scrooge: A Christmas Carol hits select theaters on November 18, 2022, and Netflix on December 2, 2022.
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James Cosmo
I managed to find some JC pictures with leather gloves (albeit not as prominent as I would like).
The gloved pictures are also from Game of Thrones, which I cannot abide.
But the series has given us a gloved Cosmo, which is something, I suppose.
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Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
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'Choose life' was a well meaning slogan from a 1980's anti-drug campaign and we used to add things to it, so I might say for example, choose... designer lingerie, in the vain hope of kicking some life back into a dead relationship. Choose handbags, choose high-heeled shoes, cashmere and silk, to make yourself feel what passes for happy. Choose an iPhone made in China by a woman who jumped out of a window and stick it in the pocket of your jacket fresh from a South-Asian Firetrap. Choose Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram and a thousand others ways to spew your bile across people you've never met. Choose updating your profile, tell the world what you had for breakfast and hope that someone, somewhere cares. Choose looking up old flames, desperate to believe that you don't look as bad as they do. Choose live-blogging, from your first wank 'til your last breath; human interaction reduced to nothing more than data. Choose ten things you never knew about celebrities who've had surgery. Choose screaming about abortion. Choose rape jokes, slut-shaming, revenge porn and an endless tide of depressing misogyny. Choose 9/11 never happened, and if it did, it was the Jews. Choose a zero-hour contract and a two-hour journey to work. And choose the same for your kids, only worse, and maybe tell yourself that it's better that they never happened. And then sit back and smother the pain with an unknown dose of an unknown drug made in somebody's fucking kitchen. Choose unfulfilled promise and wishing you'd done it all differently. Choose never learning from your own mistakes. Choose watching history repeat itself. Choose the slow reconciliation towards what you can get, rather than what you always hoped for. Settle for less and keep a brave face on it. Choose disappointment and choose losing the ones you love, then as they fall from view, a piece of you dies with them until you can see that one day in the future, piece by piece, they will all be gone and there'll be nothing left of you to call alive or dead. Choose your future, Veronika. Choose life.
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