Fuck Yeah, Judi Dench

June = Summer!  (supposedly!) and Sally Bowles = HOT!

"She’d be frightened if she wasn’t frightened" She has technique to burn – she can turn a line on a fragment of a syllable, a scene on the twist of a finger – but her technique never shows. She has the ear of a musician and the eye of a painter. With her voice, that bluesy alto, she can bend a note from joy to a sob and she has a dancer’s dexterity, always using her body expressively. In film they say you should hold everything in, in theatre the opposite. But Judi breaks the rules; in any medium she seems mercurial and yet constant, she’s entirely open yet never lets you feel – as in life – that you’ve glimpsed the whole person.

Day 4: Judi Dench

What am I supposed to say about Judi Dench? What hasn’t yet been said about her in all the spaces.

I’ve been mesmerised by her since I was in high school. She’s about my parents’ ages, and for some reason I get a little frisson thinking of her in that perspective.

She’s beautiful—been beautiful for years, and she holds herself impeccably and then cracks up with absolute sincerity. She’s a charming interview host, a flexible and gracious actress, and when she’s holding the sort of sincerity that she is in this picture—I think of an interview about 10 years ago when she explained that she went into acting because she was shy—because she could hide herself in other people’s characters for so long…but junkets were really messing with that, because she didn’t think she was worth talking about.

Hey, you know what Judi ( Little Judi Dench. Such a clever, little Judi Dench. Little, clever, chubby Judi Dench…thanks Ian McKellen for that eternal earworm)? You’re doing pretty damned well right now. Just keep doing exactly that.