Scenes From A Wardrobe Fitting
The feminine urge to talk about Elvira Lind's husband and his shenanigans.
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I get distracted very easily. I’m sure you’ve gathered that from the premise of this newsletter. I haven’t been able to sit down and write this because every time I try to, Oscar Isaac does something new.
The latest in the saga of Scenes From A Marriage behind-the-scenes images is this one below, seemingly ripped from my own wardrobe:
The dedication this costume department has to bring a character to life and the sheer audacity (and accuracy) for a college professor to constantly be wearing New Balances is like music to my ears. It feeds my soul. I’m also obsessed with this one blouse Jessica Chastain wears in the pilot that looks almost like a very well-tailored hospital gown:
I’m not a fashion person at all; the closest I’ve ever come to being invested in clothes is crocheting a very popular JW Anderson sweater once worn by a man whose name I shan’t mention on here right now. That being said, I’m very tempted to knit this jacket/cardigan thing:
I think that a lot of his character’s pensiveness and simmering angst is doubled down in how much he wants to look equally put together and disheveled at the same time. A man that likes to think he values function over sentiment but is really sentimental about how he carries himself. I like these looks a lot. They feel sleepy and shabby, but not messy. Like he’s pressed for time on purpose, not slipping from his routines. Good for him! And then there’s this one that makes him look like what people from my uni think they look like:
I am fairly certain I had a screenwriting lecturer that dressed like this but his sweatshirt was a Champion one from Urban Outfitters. The beard is a tier under the Leto Atreides beard but he is serving Arian Moayed Body Double teas and the idea that those two were remotely in the same room, breathing the same air at the Succession premiere kind of drives me crazy.
To top it off, this man appeared in a Halloween edition of the What’s Up With That? sketch on SNL dressed as a pirate. Ahoy, anyone? HBO must have struck some blood pact with Lorne to get not one but two of their hottest and most Twitter-friendly stars to cameo in Jason Sudeikis’ episode. With Kieran Culkin hosting on November 6th, I hope we get some J. Smith Cameron or Sarah Snook appearances. The HBO Television Universe has me by the balls. (Not everything has to be a “Universe”, I get that.)
Oscar Isaac is also famously a fan of Succession. In an interview with alleged wax figure Jimmy Fallon, he brought up Succession almost unprompted. Very relatable behaviour! I hope he’s in that Dune groupchat Timothée Chalamet leaked doing guerilla marketing for Succession.
I find it really interesting that Isaac has managed to become the center of attention in the sphere of what I hate to refer to as “internet boyfriends”. The Poe Dameron momentum has not lost its steam, and I find it both super fascinating and a little concerning that he’s somewhat “The Thinking Man’s DILF”. I need to supress the need to gatekeep because at the end of the day he is just some guy. Some married guy, no less. Some married guy that lives in Brooklyn. The ghost of his Juilliard reputation is what I think contributes to Isaac’s mass appeal; he’s charming, he’s quite the talent, and he not only has game but he is game. Or at least that’s how he and his team has led us to believe. At least that’s how he’s marketed.
The allure of his celebrity feels safe—as in, it feels harmless enough to engage with because there’s very little chance of him responding unless he was encouraged to. Oscar Isaac has zero social media presence, and his fans have relied on interviews and his wife’s instagram for crumbs. He’s far away enough to feel close, but not close enough to feel like it’s in the vein of boyband mania. He casts such a wide net demographic-wise that I’m not too worried about him getting temporarily “cancelled” or “overhyped”—which shouldn’t really matter anyway because he’s just an actor.
In that Fallon interview I mentioned, a guitar gets pulled out “on the spot” for Isaac to sing a lullaby he wrote that he claims his children are no longer a fan of. It’s an original song about a hippopotamus that proves that you can take the boy out of the ska band, but you can’t take the ska band out of the boy. It’s endearing, and just as charming as any Jessica Chastain-related shenanigans or steely on-camera performance. He also mentions that he and Chastain spent a lot of time watching The Great British Bake-Off on the set of Scenes From A Marriage. I want that for myself.
If not for his shenanigans, I would have very little to write about at the moment because I am really struggling to get my shit together. At least writing about this, makes me feel like I’m pairing a grey sweatshirt with corduroy trousers, pensively looking off-camera as if to say “I’m keeping it together, but also, I’m not?”
Sudeikiss Night Live
As someone who wrote their undergraduate dissertation on Saturday Night Live and is, in air quotes, a “stand-up comedian”, I am not qualified ot have any opinions on anything. I do, however, think that Jason Sudeikis absolutely killed it hosting SNL last Saturday.
Aside from a Sleeping with Other People (2015) renaissance in our wake, nothing captures Sudeikis’ sex appeal more than this sketch right here:
I think about it a lot, in an objective, analytical, “I’m a ‘comedian’, okay?” way.
This Week in Sand News
I saw Dune a couple of weeks ago and loved it but I do not have the mental werewithal to write a “review” of any kind. Forlorn is my confidence after a terrible post-breakup year and a depressive episode that is lasting longer than I thought people would forget about Timothée Chalamet’s ‘Statistics’ rap, so I’m going to do what I do best: write nonsense.
Dune: Part Two was announced this week concurrently with Succession’s Season 4 renewal, which led me to believe that the play Connor Roy financed, ‘Sands’ by Willa IDon’tKnowHerLastName has to be the second half of Denis Villeneuve’s Dune. I think the sand mites that crawled under Cousin Greg’s skin was spice. Surely, we’ll see Greg have a little bit more direction and a little bit more blue in his eyes the next time Tom starts publicly obsessing over him again.
Jason Momoa also has an adorable vlog series about being on the set of Dune. This one about working with Villeneuve is so cute, I must implore you all to watch:
I’ll leave you with this, my favourite thing I’ve read all week aside from this wonderful interview with Stephen McKinley Henderson and his gorgeous parasol from Dune:
I think that’s all for this week. Take care lovelies!
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