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horsegirlneigh · 3 years

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pls review the current les mis cast 🥺

You are my first anon in 5 years God bless you.

I was about to say “I can’t really review them as I don’t feel I’ve seen them enough” but then I realised that actually I’ve seen them 5 times now...

The last time I "reviewed" a cast was the 2013 cast change and people got very angry at me...I can't remember the details. So Disclaimer: these are just my personal opinions more in the form of a stream of consciousness than a review....

Also this is going under a cut because its long and incoherent and I don’t actually think anyone wants to read it...

Jon as Valjean I was not expecting to like him but I really do. He seems very suited to the concert shows too, his voice has matured so much since his Marius days and I really am quite blown away by him in One Day More. He can be a little more aggressive than I would like during some moments and i do wish he would sing slightly softer (and slower...) at some points, but I don't know if thats his fault or the direction because it has been years since we had a Valjean that wasn't aggressive...and the conductor doesn’t seem to let anyone carry a note any longer than strictly necessary. Basically I think if the production and direction were the same as it was in 2009 Jon could be up there with the old guard fan favourites. (But he’ll probably continue to play it in the modern “”gritty””” Tom Hooper way sadly)

Bradley as Javert.... Is he good or is he just tall....? He is a beautiful man and I love all his pretty hairstyles, he also has a wonderful voice.....he just doesn't seem to use it when he plays Javert. I'm not a vocal expert, I couldn't carry a tune if you handed it to me in bucket but even I can tell his technique (in Stars especially) is all over the place. Maybe someone else can clear up what he is doing with his mouth...when I first heard it I thought he was trying to put on an ‘evil voice’ but he doesn’t do it all the time it seems to just be on the lower notes. I also feel he is a little too angry and chaotic for my personal taste, while his Suicide is captivating to watch and actually reduced me to tears once it is not very in character for Javert in my opinion. But then again I think this may be down to direction, Javerts have been getting gradually more chaotic for years.

Lucie as Fantine: Okay I’ll get it over with first: why is she a brunette? I know it shouldn’t matter but it annoys me so much. To tell you the truth its been a really really long time since I’ve actually loved a Fantine, I either put up with them or just loathe them. Lucie is in the middle. I have no strong feelings either way. I’m not personally a fan of the IDAD riff....I know this is a concert but I don’t like how les mis is being reduced to a compilation of its Big Songs. As a sung through musical the songs should just carry effortlessly into one another and tell the story....unless you’re doing the michael ball lick on your muck up matinee I’m not into vocal riffs and the like. Unless its somehow adding to the emotional delivery of the song, its distracting and, I think, especially inappropriate in the character songs.

Jamie Muscato as Enjolras I love him. He is vocally strong and as the weeks go by he is getting more and more into the character. I especially enjoy his “Marius, you’re late” and he a pro and dying....So angelic...it almost......almost.....has the impact of a death in an actual staged show.

Harry as Marius He is very sweet and I can’t really find much fault in him. I don’t think he and Charlie’s Cosette have a great chemistry but I thought he was adorable with Holly.

Shan as Eponine I don’t love her and I don’t dislike her either.... She has a good voice but I don’t really feel she brings anything new. But then of course its very hard to tell when she can’t interact with anyone, an Eponine’s performance can sometimes be made by her reactions.

Charlie as Cosette Sorry but I find her so boring...In My Life is when I start thinking about what I’m going to do in the interval...

The Thenardiers It is difficult to care about the Thenardiers....I do however like Josefina, she has a good energy and comic timing and other than the bizarre Quiche line I have no complaints about Gerard really... Cameron covering Thenardier was enormous fun but mostly because he was having the time of his life. The only Thenardier I’ve ver been seriously impressed with is that one understudy with a northern irish accent I saw years ago and I don’t even know his name (oh god for shame...)

The real stars of the show are of course Earl Carpenter as the Bishop and aproned gentleman, Will Barratt as Major Domo, and Cameron Blakely. Also special mention to Aaron Pryce Lewis who’s vocals are amazing.

I could probably go into more detail but this is already waaay too long. I also apologise for my inability to express myself properly, I haven’t written anything other than emails for almost a year....

#my stupid opinions #anon

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sewerfight · 4 years

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Quarantine movie asks!

I was tagged by @nitrateglow !

Favorite movie: Probably Spirited Away. I can remember watching it as a kid and being totally awestruck and delighted in a way I'd never really perceived before when it came to movies.

Movie that makes you remember your childhood: A Land Before Time. Yes, I went through a dinosaur phase as a kid.

Favourite Tom Hanks movie: Ah, fuck it. Forest Gump.

Favourite Disney movie: The Sword and The Stone. It was the first Disney movie I watched as a kid and its got the nostalgia factor.

Movie that makes you cry: Midnight Cowboy.

Favourite 80s movie: The King Of Comedy.

Favourite comedy: The movie One Two Three is heaps of fun and so is Luv! I couldn't pick a favourite but I recommend these.

Favourite sports movie: You Know I ain't watching sports movies. But I'm partial to The Bad News Bears.

Favourite courtroom movie: Does it count if I say My Cousin Vinny?

Favourite horror movie: So many to choose from! Okay okay I'm gonna pick a few because there's no way I can pick favourites. Cujo is one (something about the fucked up makeup they put on the dog, man), The Thing is another, I loved Frank Henenlotter's Brain Damage for its schlock factor, and Battle Royale, purely cause it was the first movie that was my initiation into horror as a genre.

Most overrated movie: I feel like I'm inviting outcry for this one but honestly Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas is good, I enjoyed it and appreciated what it had going on, but it gets overly praised and yelled about by critics with far too much cinematic ecstacy for my liking. It's fun and trippy but it ain't no Casablanca.

Favourite gangster movie: Mean Streets

Favourite war movie: Apocalypse Now.

Movie you can watch over and over again: Dr Strangelove. I just love the dialogue and George C Scott's wonderfully hammy performance.

Movie with the best soundtrack: The Great Race! Henry Mancini perfectly captures every goofy high and low in music form in that film with incredible skill. Ahh but The Red Shoes also has a wonderful soundtrack too.

Favourite Christmas movie: Tokyo Godfathers. Its festive in the perfect way.

Movie you're embarassed that you love: Day of The Dolphin. Listen. He taught that fucking dolphin how to speak man.

Favourite sequel: Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2. It's such a bizarre tonal shift from the first movie; a stifling and terrifying fever dream that was renowned for its gruesome scenes. The second movie in contrast is hilarious, gaudy, and extremely eighties. TCM2 kind of carries with it this lovely idea that horror and comedy are twins seperated at birth, only brought together in the most renegade and ambitious circumstances. It seems as though the whole film is one big Tobe Hooper wink at the camera, expressing the perfect sentiment that if you're going to make a second movie, instead of rehashing old plots and turning it over to be mercilessly mocked for its attempt at reeling its audience back in, you may as well make a film which mocks itself, and owns it's mockable qualities stylishly. Same thing goes for Gremlins 2!

Favourite period drama: The Hireling. Or The Favourite?

Favourite DC movie: I have no idea 😔

Favourite movie quote: "Is pride a sin, Holmes? Because I'm proud of you." -They Might Be Giants

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bbclesmis · 5 years

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David Oyelowo on 'Les Miserables,' Making Directorial Debut With Oprah Winfrey

The Emmy- and Globe-nominated actor, who directs 'The Water Man' with Winfrey as co-producer, also discusses taking on the most iconic and tragic antagonist in literature and not wanting to be "the token person of color" on the PBS series.

David Oyelowo has always been a fan of the Les Misérables musical, but it wasn't until he picked up Andrew Davies' script that the star — who's been Emmy- and Golden Globe-nominated for his work on HBO's Nightingale and in Ava DuVernay's Selma — fully appreciated the villainous Inspector Javert. "There was so much more depth and complexity to this character than I ever realized from any iteration I had seen," he says. Oyelowo, 43, spoke with THR about executive producing and starring on PBS' six-part Les Mis miniseries (which debuted April 14) and developing his directorial debut, The Water Man, a fantasy drama co-produced by Oprah Winfrey — "or Mum O, as I like to call her."

Javert is one of the most iconic and tragic antagonists in literature and theater. How did you key into his psychology?

One couldn't earn the way Javert comes to an end in such a dramatic, violent and self-inflicted way without a very clear runway and emotional, psychological and spiritual journey. The biggest clue to me was that he was born in prison to criminal parents, yet he is now a man who detests criminality to an obsessive degree. You go, "Well, it's fine to hate criminality, but to be so obsessed with Jean Valjean — what's going on there?" Victor Hugo actually based Jean Valjean and Javert on the same person, this gentleman he knew who had both sides within himself. To that extent, Javert transposed all the criminality he loathed in his own upbringing onto Valjean, and that justifies his obsessive pursuit of him. But when he recognizes that this man isn't just criminal, he is worthy of redemption, he is someone who somehow has been able to transcend his criminality; he realizes that this pursuit has been futile. The criminality that he loathes is still within himself, which is why he chooses to destroy himself.

Did you and Dominic West know each other before this?

We didn't know each other well. He's such a lovely guy and incredibly funny. I had to do as much as I could to stay away from him while we were shooting. For me, I need to inhabit and feel every tendril of the character, and I couldn't entertain the idea of being jokey-jokey with him and then go into the level of acrimony between us. There's such a cat-and-mouse element to Javert and Valjean's relationship that was so satisfying to play. As an actor, a lot of the time you are trying to find the subtext to a scene, to imbue it with interest. With this, it was absolutely inherent. These characters had so much history that was always present in every scene they had together. But we've become great friends ever since.

Was using the music from the stage adaptation ever a consideration?

It never was, no. We all discussed that if we're going to do this, there has to be a real reason why this should exist so soon after Tom Hooper's [2012] filmic musical. We wanted to make it a much dirtier, grittier, immediate, politically prescient version. Being a producer, I didn't want to be the token person of color within it. I was very clear that we need to have that be something organic and truthful to the time. We've done a terrible job of representing just how many people of color were inhabiting Europe at that time. And not just in subjugated roles. Anyone who's read Tom Reiss' The Black Count will know that Thomas Alexandre Dumas was a general in the French army in the late 1700s [one of the highest-ranking men of African descent ever in a European army]. So, it's not beyond the realm of possibility that Javert was indeed someone like me. You want people to see themselves onscreen.

I've read that you've specifically asked your reps to seek out roles where you might not be first in mind. For this miniseries, did your casting come first or did you initially come on as an executive producer? Did you feel like you had to fight for the role at all?

I signed on as an actor first. They approached me and I was actually the first person to be cast in it. But yes, what you mentioned is absolutely true. Early on in my career I felt the need to say to my representatives, “Put me out for roles that are not race specific.” Because the truth of the matter was, the more interesting roles were inherently going to white actors. I am just so elated to now be going into a phase of my career where I am being approached with those kind of roles. It's not something necessarily I'm going to seek out. So yeah, Les Mis is something I was approached with, and that is incredibly gratifying because a decade ago, 15 years ago, I just don't know if that would have been the case.

As an EP on the series, was there a time where you felt like you had to take off your actor hat and fix a problem? Or did you feel like it was generally smooth sailing throughout the shoot?

It was pretty much smooth sailing. Tom Shankland, our director, had such a handle on the piece. You couldn't ask him a single question that he didn't have an answer for both on the basis of the script and the book itself. I was so impressed by him. Our producer Chris Carey also was just a monster when it came to making everything work in a beautiful way. For me, my primary function was just keeping on it when it came to representation within the piece. I think that is when sometimes things slip within the cracks. We all go to the movies and watch TV in the hope of seeing ourselves represented. We all have bias, we all lean into things that are more akin to our own experience. And of course, I have a bias toward seeing people of color in something like this. So it was very helpful, I think, to have me around to say, "Guys, let's remember the nature of the piece we're doing. We need more extras of color here. Let's not forget what we're trying to do here." Some of the development of the script I was very much a part of, and then a lot of the distribution and the marketing and the release dates and all that kind of stuff. Postproduction is a big side of getting a six-hour piece to be its best self. I got my hands quite dirty with that process as well.

This spring, your slate is pretty packed in addition to Les Mis. You had Relive debut at Sundance, you're in production on Peter Rabbit 2, and you have Come Away and Chaos Walking in post. How are you doing?

It's a very, very good question. I literally was in Sydney doing Peter Rabbit. We then went to London last week, and I'm now here in New York. Then, I leave here to go into preproduction on my directorial debut, The Water Man, in about three days. I have an incredible wife who makes it all work. We actually run our production company together. We have four children and they are with me a lot of the time. We scheduled the shoot for The Water Man over the summer holidays so that they can be with me. I really, really love what I get to do, and I don't take it for granted at all. I'm just trying to have as much fun and tell as many great stories as I can, while I can. But my wife and I have a two-week rule. We're never apart for more than two weeks, and so that means a lot of flying, and a lot of crazy scheduling.

You must have a lot of frequent flyer miles.

I have an enormous amount. So if you ever have any trips that you're planning, please hit me up because I have plenty.

Why did you select The Water Man for your directorial debut?

I was looking for a film that was akin to the ones I loved growing up — E.T. or Close Encounters of the Third Kind or films like The NeverEnding Story, Labyrinth, The Goonies. They don't have to be $200 million extravaganzas, but they can have a fantasy element and be grounded in realism and truth with poignant themes. This script by Emma Needell was on the Black List. I fought hard and thankfully got it, and myself and Oprah Winfrey — or "Mum O," as I like to call her — came on as producers to develop it. Another director was going to direct it, but he fell out. My fellow producers turned to me and said, "Well, you've been working on this passionately for five years. Do you want to do it?" I took two weeks to really mull that over.

What was the deciding factor in those two weeks that made you say, "Yes, I will; I’m ready"?

Realizing that I was passionate enough about the story to dedicate as much time to making a film as is necessary. And the fact that the story is just so moving to me. It's about an 11-year-old boy who's on the hunt for a mythical figure who he believes can save his mother from an illness. I also love the fact that it is an adventure movie. Basically, this boy teams up with this girl and they go into a forest hunting for this mythical figure called “the Water Man.” So it has elements of Stand by Me and Pan's Labyrinth, both films I deeply love. I'm always looking for opportunities to scare myself, and this is the most dramatic example of that I have had in my career thus far. So I jumped in.

Was there ever a seed earlier on where directing first sprouted in your mind?

Very early on. It's something I've always wanted to do. I remember seeing Kenneth Branagh's Henry V and that being one of the earliest moments. I thought, “Whoa. That guy directed that and is in it. How on Earth is that possible?" And then he did it again with Hamlet. I think the seed just kept on being replanted of the idea of doing it one day. So when the opportunity presented itself, it had been long gestating.

https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/david-oyelowo-les-miserables-making-directorial-debut-oprah-1213657

#les mis bbc #bbc les mis #david oyelowo #javert #Interviews #articles #the hollywood reporter #pbs

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geekmama · 7 years

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Plus One -or- Amanda By Moonlight

Set after Rosie's birth in 'The Six Thatchers', this is written for the First Date prompt for May 15th of Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017

“Mum, this is Sherlock Holmes,” Molly said, with what could only be termed a proud smile.

Mrs. Amanda Hooper smiled slightly, too, but only to mask the disapprobation -- no, fury! - that rose in her breast at the sight of her daughter’s nemesis, a man who, for all his purported intelligence, had for years failed to see what was right in front of his nose, effectively ruining Molly’s chance to live a happy and fruitful life -- and by fruitful she did mean grandchildren, damn the man’s ice blue eyes straight to hell!

Apparently he was perceptive enough to realize there was something amiss, for there was a wariness in his expression as he said in a smooth, deep voice, “How do you do,” and shook her hand.

That voice, that unusually handsome face, the slim, yet powerful physique, now clothed in a perfectly cut bespoke suit that was probably worth more than Molly’s entire wardrobe -- well, it was obvious why her daughter found him attractive. Mrs. Hooper’s ire increased, though she allowed her smile to grow broader -- perhaps a trifle on the sharky side. She said, breezily, “You’re Molly’s plus one tonight, I take it? How kind of you to step into the breach, since she and Tom are no longer… well...”

“Not at all,” Holmes murmured, looking even more wary.

“Mum!” Molly protested. “It’s been months since… since Tom and I--”

“--agreed you should not suit after all, yes, yes, I know,” Mrs. Hooper gave a sad sigh and allowed her smile to turn wistful for a moment, but then said to Sherlock, “So, do you like weddings? This one has gone very well so far, I think -- but Molly’s cousin was always a perfectionist, and her mother is the same, and has such good taste. Every detail taken into account, just beautifully planned.”

“It certainly seems… er… an exemplary function thus far,” Holmes managed.

Mrs. Hooper gave a bark of laughter, startling Molly and alarming Holmes. She said, “Oh! Oh, forgive me, but what a wonderfully insidious swipe!”

“Ummm…” Sherlock said, apparently bereft of words.

But Molly slipped her arm in his and said pointedly, “We’re both enjoying ourselves, and Sherlock is very fond of dancing, so it should be lots of fun, later.”

“Are you, indeed?” Mrs. Hooper exclaimed. She looked up at Sherlock and said innocently, “Do you often take Molly to trip the light fantastic?”

He looked somewhat horrified, for of course he’d never in five years asked her out at all -- ‘Our relationship isn’t like that’ my eye! thought Mrs. Hooper viciously -- and Molly was little less affected.

Mrs. Hooper pursed her lips.

Holmes, however, seemed to detect her vindictiveness, and turned a trifle grim. “I haven’t had a chance to take Molly out dancing as yet, which is one reason I was happy she asked me to accompany her to your niece’s wedding.” He glanced at Molly and gave her a comforting smile.

Molly returned the smile, and actually made sheep’s eyes at the blighter. Mrs. Hooper ground her teeth. However, before she could say more, dinner was announced.

“Oh, dear!” said Molly, quickly. “Mum, you’d better go lend your support to Aunt Betty, I can see she’s flailing a bit, over there by the ice sculpture. Sherlock and I are seated at one of the lower tables, but we’ll see you again, before we leave, at least.” She tugged at the man’s arm. “Let’s go get a cup of champagne punch before we sit down.”

“Punch?” Holmes blurted, with loathing.

“Come on!” Molly said, briefly looking daggers at him.

Holmes muttered something unintelligible, nodded to Mrs. Hooper, and allowed himself to be hauled away.

Mrs. Hooper sniffed, her expression turning stony. She might have been temporarily balked of her prey, but If Sherlock Holmes thought he would escape her wrath that easily, he could think again.

It wasn’t until after the dancing had been going on for some time that Mrs. Hooper found a chance to corner the posh, overgrown schoolboy who’d cast his bizarre enchantment on her poor daughter. After Molly’s cousin Bitsy and her new spouse, Harold, had completed their first dance as husband and wife, Holmes led Molly onto the floor and Mrs. Hooper had the questionable satisfaction of watching them move gracefully about for some half an hour, looking quite as though they were meant to be together. Holmes was indeed a very good dancer -- probably had lessons as a boy. She gave a snort of laughter at one point, imagining him as a stroppy teen, all arms and legs and sulky expression as he’d led out some spotty chit with braces and baby fat. If Amanda ever chanced to meet the boy’s mother she would ask for the amusing details.

Finally, however, nature called, Molly excused herself to the ladies’, and Holmes slipped out one of the glass doors leading to the terrace.

Mrs. Hooper followed him.

It was a cold evening as spring had barely begun, and the terrace was virtually deserted but for the two of them, a circumstance that Amanda considered to be proof that Providence had blessed her mission. As she crossed the marble expanse, Sherlock was at the balustrade, lighting up a cigarette, and Molly’s mother chose to make this execrable habit the subject of her opening volley.

“Another of your addictions, Mr. Holmes? Not as reformed a character as the tabloids would have us believe, apparently.”

He had turned as the sound of her footsteps had reached his ears and now, as she approached, she heard him swear under his breath as he straightened to his full height and looked down his nose at her in a way that seemed a composite of a whole roomful of portraits in the National Gallery: rich, entitled, and a complete bastard.

Well… not complete, perhaps. Molly would hardly have given her heart to one wholly given over to selfish depravity. But still…

“Mrs. Hooper,” said Holmes, stiffly, “I am not entirely certain why you’ve taken me in such dislike--”

“Indeed, Mr. Holmes? And here my daughter has described your powers of deduction in such extravagant terms -- but of course anyone may be taken in by a handsome face.” She narrowed her eyes. “Since we are being frank, perhaps you will explain to me precisely what you were doing the morning of June 2nd last year?”

He frowned, but for a moment only. “Your... birthday?”

“Indeed. My birthday. Molly and I were to go to breakfast and do some shopping, and I arrived at her flat just a trifle earlier than originally expected.”

He scowled. “Yes. I remember. I suppose you saw me?”

“Indeed. I saw you climbing out of my daughter’s bedroom window, and in a state of undress that she might have found gratifying but that I certainly did not! And this when she was still, to my certain knowledge, engaged to Tom Blakely.”

She could not be sure in the moonlight, but she thought he might be flushing.

“Ma’am, I assure you--”

“There is nothing you can say that will assure me, Mr. Holmes. I know my daughter, and have no doubt that it was you who led her astray, you who took advantage of her kind heart, you who rose from the grave and swooped back into London, effectively destroying her relationship to one who was not only willing but eager to make her happy!”

“I did nothing of the sort -- and anyway, it was a ridiculous match! They were entirely unsuited.”

“Because he wasn’t you?”

“Because she was too good for him!” And then he added, in a much quieter tone, “Just as she’s too good for me -- which you would do well to remember.”

Amanda gaped. “You can’t possibly ask me to believe--”

“--I want you to believe I have Molly’s best interests at heart! Because that’s the truth.”

He sounded not only sincere, but regretful, and for a moment Amanda’s wrath faded. But no. Molly’s happiness was at stake. She drew herself up. “It will not do. Molly has told me little of your relationship, save that you and she are friends as well as colleagues, and are now co-Godparents to the daughter of Dr. Watson and his wife. Yet one thing is certain: Molly has determined that, in spite of your many shortcomings -- and I have no doubt that they are legion -- you have somehow cast every other man of her acquaintance into the shade! It doesn’t matter a particle whether her single state is due to her strange predilection for your uncooperative person or to your own dog-in-the-manger attitude toward any man who dares to enter her orbit -- very likely it’s a bloody perfect storm of both! But there is one fact that is undeniable: you have compromised my daughter, Mr. Holmes, and it will not do!”

“Compromised! I swear--”

“Her heart, idiot boy!”

He stared.

So she went on. “I will give you one year. You will either find a way to free her, or you will alter time and space, or do whatever else it takes to be a man worthy to join my daughter at the altar. Is that clear?”

He now looked exasperated. “Setting aside the absurdity of that entire sentence, have you ever thought that she might not wish to marry?”

Amanda snorted derisively. “Ask her Mr. Holmes. But of course, you’ve never even asked her out to dinner, have you?”

He was effectively silenced, and, she thought, at least somewhat shamed, but then he suddenly looked up and said quietly, “Here she comes,” and a smile of both relief and welcome lightened his expression -- and undeniably increased his already considerable good looks.

“One year, Mr. Holmes,” Amanda said, firmly, and wished for approximately the millionth time that her dear husband was still alive. If ever a young scoundrel needed a thrashing...

Holmes glanced at her impatiently. “Yes, all right.”

“What about one year?” asked Molly, coming up to them.

Amanda said, mildly, “We were just considering how much can happen in a year, weren’t we, Mr. Holmes?”

Sherlock did not reply, but took Molly’s hand and tucked it in his arm. “Come, let’s go in and dance some more. It’s bloody freezing out here.”

“I know!” Molly exclaimed. “Mum, you’re like to catch your death without your wrap!”

“Oh, no,” said Amanda. “There’s far too much to look forward to. But it is time to go in -- Bitsy will be throwing her bouquet any time now, and you won’t like to miss your chance to catch it and be the next one married.”

Molly’s laughter at this was rather subdued, and Sherlock gave Amanda a look over Molly’s shoulder.

Amanda pulled a face at him and silently mouthed, One Year!

It was nearly eleven o’clock when Amanda Hooper rose from her bed the following morning. The reception had not ended until the wee hours, though Molly and Sherlock had taken their leave well before midnight, having the long drive back to London before them.

In the clear light of a new day, Amanda did wonder if she had been entirely wise to confront Sherlock in such a manner. Molly’s happiness was all, of course, but if it was dependent upon the erratic consulting detective, a favorable outcome was far from a certainty. Still, what was done was done. Amanda thoughtfully poured herself a cup of her favorite tea, stirred in some milk and honey, and took a sip.

Heaven!

And there was the sound of her mobile phone.

With a groan of annoyance, she went into the sitting room to fetch the device, but she brightened when she discovered that it was Molly calling.

“Hello, dear!” Amanda said, cheerily. “I thought you had to work today.”

“I do!” Molly replied. “I’m at work right now, though it’s slow enough that I thought I’d give you a call. Late evening?”

“I didn’t get home until past three! But your Aunt was so pleased with the way things turned out last night. I must say, it all went splendidly. Did you and Mr. Holmes have a good time?”

“Oh, yes! We danced and danced.”

“And looked lovely doing it,” said Amanda with complete truth.

Molly said, archly, “Sherlock is very good looking.”

“Now Molly, you know what I meant.”

“Yes, all right. But… Mummy…”

“Yes?” Amanda stiffened, suddenly nervous.

“You didn’t say anything to Sherlock, did you? I mean... well…”

“What on earth am I supposed to have said?” Amanda asked, her heart beating appreciably faster.

“I don’t know but… he’s asked me out! To dinner -- and we’re going dancing after. It’s unprecedented, I assure you.”

“Then it’s about time, isn’t it? It’s probably because he’s discovered what a good dancer you are.”

Molly laughed. “But I’m not!. Not ballroom dancing, at least. It’s just so easy dancing with him. He leads so well, it feels rather like floating on a cloud.”

“That’s just how it should be. And you two do make a lovely couple.”

“Thank you, Mum. I must say, I never thought… but just lately… I mean...”

“Molly, dear, sometimes things just take a little longer than one would prefer. That doesn’t mean those things aren’t destined to be.”

“Perhaps,” Molly said, a smile in her voice. “I suppose time will tell. Thank you, Mum.”

“I’m not sure why you’re thanking me, but you’re more than welcome, my darling. But really, Molly: don’t you feel it’s about time your Prince Charming was roused from his long sleep?”

“Prince Charming! Oh, he’d hate that!” Molly exclaimed, genuinely amused.

And Amanda, calming herself and newly confident that time would tell, chuckled and took another sip of her tea.

~.~

#Sherlock #sherlolly #Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017

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