Showing posts with label Moriarty. Show all posts
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Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Cuckoo for Crazy Characters by Donna Michaels

It’s true. For some reason, whether it’s a book, TV show or movies, I’m always drawn to the crazy character. Doesn’t matter if they’re crazy insane, or crazy funny, I’m hooked. Not sure what that says about me. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I want to know...

Take the movie Armageddon for example. I’m a huge Bruce Willis fan, but it wasn’t his character that stuck with me. Nope. It was Steve Buscemi’s portrayal of the brilliant Rockhound with space dementia that struck a chord. Last week, I saw Transformers 4. Loved the special effects and Mark Walberg, but it was Stanley Tucci all the way in that movie! He was crazy obsessive, but had a conscience, and I loved him!

On TV, my favorite character was Haywire on Prison Break; Crowley on Supernatural…okay, love Dean, too. But my all time favorite TV cuckoo is Andrew Scott’s portrayal of Moriarty on the BBC’s Sherlock. Isn’t he great?
Andrew Scott as Jim Moriarty on BBC's Sherlock

The character is brilliant and completely insane. Cuckoo. A psychopath, and so wonderfully written and portrayed. I can’t wait until next year to catch another episode. Moriarty is extremely unpredictable, and I love to watch just to see what he says or does next. Actually, same could be said for Sherlock. Benedict is brilliant, too.
Come to think of it, my fondness for crazy characters even spills into my childhood. My favorite Muppet was, and still is, Animal. I think I must subconsciously have an affinity to some because I’ve always had my own I Love Lucy moments.
Just last year, at the Romance Novel Convention in Vegas, I simultaneously wiped out two room keys in one swoop, right after my roommate lost hers. Yep. We were stranded outside our room. And later that night, my roommate and I were in a hurry to get away from some drunk Aussies (won’t get into that now), so we exited the elevator and raced to our room, but it wouldn’t open. We tried her keys, my keys. Nothing. Then we had the foresight to check the room number. You guessed it. Not ours. Did I mention it was 2am? Thank goodness the occupants weren’t there.  Can you imagine hearing someone trying to get into your room at that hour? I swear, only I could be that loopy. And no, I don’t mean drunk. I had soda all night. Maybe a drink would’ve helped. lol
And I guess I can’t say only I, since my roommate is just as bad/funny. I can remember her and I talking in the elevator and one of the guest authors smiled and glanced from me to my roommate and said: “You two are seriously funny.” We looked at each other and shrugged. We were just being us.
At RNC last year...shh...don't tell her I posted this...
 
Do you have a buddy like that? Better yet, do you have I Love Lucy-cuckoo moments? Please tell me I’m not alone in that stereo-type, although, I honestly don’t mind. It’s always good for a laugh…and a scene in a book.
By the time this posts, I’ll be on my way back home from this years’ Romance Novel Convention, and yes, I’m staying with my same author friend. I can only imagine what ‘moments’ I can now add to my Lucy memoires. I promise I’ll tell you about it, but please forgive me if I don’t get on to respond to your posts for a day or two. I really look forward to hearing about your ‘episodes’.
There’s a little bit of me in all my heroines. You can check out my books here: www.donnamichaelsauthor.com  
Have a great day, and thanks for reading,
~Donna