Dearest Franklin Mott,
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways…
I’ve fallen head over heels for Bon Temps’ newest bad boy, Franklin Mott. I’m dying to know more about him (when he was turned, if he’s looking for another woman to obsess over – cause I’m available, ya know), and I sure have got my fingers crossed that Tara didn’t do him any more harm than dent his head in a little.
Side note #1: I’m finding myself writing this post in an adopted Sookie Stackhouse-like Southern accent. Kinda weird.
At any rate, while I whittle away the hours until my dear Franklin’s return to “True Blood” (and of his return I’m absolutely certain), I thought I’d pontificate on about the *history* I share with the fantabulous actor who plays him, James Frain.
A couple of years ago (March of 2008, to be exact), I attended the second season premiere party for “The Tudors” in New York City. I’d seen the show – and was definitely a fan of Jonathan (“Call me Johnny”) Rhys Meyers – but being I don’t get Showtime my familiarity with it was somewhat limited. Anyway, during the reception that preceded the viewing of the first episode of the new season, my friend and I spotted Peter O’Toole and Henry Cavill. Alas, our dear friend “Johnny,” however, was nowhere to be seen. But while my friend was busy stalking Henry around the room (she just wanted to meet him, seriously… and maybe offer to be the mother of his children), I spotted a very familiar face in the crowd…
Yup, James Frain. Actually, he looked like this at the time:
All night long – well, as long as the food/drink part of the evening lasted – I racked my brain, trying to remember why he looked so familiar. Naturally, I never did. But his eyes haunted me all night.
Seriously, I sa-wear we locked gazes for at least a millisecond. You know, just like I did with Rufus Sewell back in 2001 in London. But I digress…
Anyway, the more I thought about James (and happily Googled away), I discovered there’s a reason why he seemed so familiar that rainy March night in NYC: I’ve been a fan of his for years! (I just didn’t know his name, is all. I couldn’t very well have called him Thomas Cromwell, could I?) My passion for this particular Brit goes all the way back to 1995, when he starred in Masterpiece Theatre’s BBC production of “The Buccaneers” and made such a good impression on me playing – what else? – a creepy bad boy. I haven’t seen “The Buccaneers” in years (though I just ordered it on Amazon – it’s $8.99!), but I seem to recall his character actually raping Carla Gugino…
Side note #2: “The Buccaneers” also stars another one of my favorite British actors… no, not Colin Firth. Greg “Willoughby!” Wise.
Well, that’s all for my recollections. What? Did you think I was actually going to say we shared a hot, passionate night together?
The closest I’ll come to that is drooling over these recent interviews with James. I hope you like them, too!