A good actor, maybe great, but even with John I think there is such a thing as "over-exposure." When the phone voice of the kidnapper is heard, i just laugh now-- and say oh my, it's John again! He gets lots of work. Good for him. Not so good for my willing suspension of disbelief. Yet, I remember seeing many films in which Olivier played minor roles and I never recognized him until the credits blew his cover.
Maybe that's the difference between a true character actor (Olivier), and an actor of a very particular character (read nature).
As the post heading suggests, I had problems seeing the faces of Simon Pegg and Ewan McGregor in their new contexts within the films Star Trek, and Angels and Demons, respectively. I suppose that the reason for this is that I am just getting too old, and it becomes too difficult to keep the alternate artificial realities straight in my head.
Both of these movies contain a form of anti-matter. How weird is that? It opened some door to vigorous cross-threading.
That sci-fi element in Angels and Demons was enough for me to see McGregor as a disguised Jedi fighting the evil Emperor, brandishing a, er, brand like a light saber? Flying the priestly helicopter, and parachuting-- how Jedi is that? Was it all a Jedi mind trick gone horribly wrong? That Ron did nothing to alter Ewan's Obi-Wan looks and gave him a robe for God's sake (pun apology) puzzles me-- why not make him something else-- somehow more like Richard III?
And I really like Simon Pegg, but he is a shrunken Mr. Scott to my eye. The makeup department evidently liked his "Sean of the Dead" look, because they did nothing to make him look different, or were too subtle for me. Is that an axe in his hands? My favorite part of the film was the surprise humor when he gets teleported into the "fluidic dilithium transfer tubes" --or whatever the hell they were-- on route to a giant salad grinder which may have been some non-engineer's idea of a dilithium turbine engine. Dunno. I don't recall there ever being a giant salad grinder in the engine room before, do you?
And seeing these films within a few days of each other, I found myself doing ever stranger cross-referencing. The crowds of the Vatican reminded me of zombies and I became very paranoid that either Simon Pegg or John Malkovich-- perhaps both-- would suddenly enter the fray. This worried me far more than the anti-matter explosion problem.
Langdon showed a lot of courage though. By 10 p.m. I would have been halfway to Naples.
I am still worried that Simon or John will show up and plan to sleep tonight with the light on.