Wednesday, June 9, 2010
It has been a really really long 25 years coming. I saw Colin Firth in a movie while I lived in Germany in the 80's. Fell for him then...fell for him hard. When I came back to the states, no one knew this young british kid I was referring to. I ranted about his sex appeal to everyone and anyone who would listen to me. Family laughed. Friends laughed. Fast forward ten or fifteen years later and suddenly, post-pride & prejudice and post-bridget jones's diary, everyone wanted a piece of this actor. Girls came out of the woodwork to find the guy in the wet, white t-shirt. No one was watching all the other dozens of really good parts he played. They all wanted to meet Mr. Darcy. When all I wanted was to meet Mr. Firth. Share a pint and a laugh with Colin the man...not the actor.
Fast forward to Santa Barbara Film Festival over Valentine's weekend. Colin was there...I was there....and somehow the planets aligned in such a way as to bring us together for a brief moment in time.
And so I fell again. I fell hard.