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Hello, and welcome to my essay titled In Defence of Orlando Bloom: In Defence of Beauty. Right off the bat, I would like to quash any suspicions that this essay might possibly be sarcastic or ironic. Believe me when I say I am one hundred per cent sincere and deadly serious on this matter. When I make a RANTY CAPSLOCK POST, I do not resort to "look-at-clever-me" caustic gimmicks; I RANT IN CAPSLOCK. Moving along.
I am a fan of Orlando Bloom and I am not afraid or embarrassed to say so. I used to be, but I have come to realise the error of my ways and now I will proudly proclaim my love from the figurative rooftops of Livejournal. I think he is nice to look at and a perfectly adequate thespian. Sadly, in our society, it is very gauche to hold this viewpoint and I have often wondered why. It is my belief that an attack on Orlando Bloom is symptomatic of the increasing unfashionableness of anything that is pretty, trifling and innocuous. WHAT IS SO BAD ABOUT THINGS THAT ARE PRETTY, TRIFLING AND INNOCUOUS? They make people happy, are lovely to look at and have no REAL negative impact on their surroundings. Let us take for example Orlando BLoom's character in the Pirates of the Caribbean films. He is the archetypal nice guy who can't catch a break: unglamourous compared to a certain pirate, terrifically earnest and somewhat less than adept at pitching woo. If he was played by an ugly dude in a classic John Hughes teen romantic comedy, everyone would be rooting for him. In Will Turner's case, however, it's very uncool, because instead of being charmingly ugly, his tragic flaw is a kind of "moral nerdiness" that goes all the way back to that Ashley fucker in Gone With The Wind, who was just as cool as Rhett Butler because he was played by Leslie Howard and I fucking loved him, OKAY? Anyway. It's become awfully trendy to hate on OB. It's as though critics and smartypantses have unanimously agreed that anything 13 year-old girls like must be greeted with a patronising "Oh, how very Tiger Beat *yawn, cringe*". 13 year-olds like Johnny Depp, too, but they're regarded as 13 year-olds with taste. This is not because Johnny Depp is a better actor; it is because Johnny Depp makes Tim Burton films and Tim Burton is ugly, and thus cool to faux geeks (these are the same people who think Robert Smith is cool because he has hideous hair and Morrissey sucks because he has the most perfect hair ever.) BUT I DIGRESS. Not everything 13 year-old girls like is wrong and shameful. When I was 13, I liked to dress up in equestrian clothes. It is the only fashion phase in the history of my life that I do not look back on with supreme regret. I could totally rock horse riding clothes.
Look, he's not Laurence Olivier, but he gets the job done. I liken OB to a James Wilby-type. He is not a brilliant actor, but he can play a certain part just right. He's like a terribly earnest Errol Flynn for our times. And Errol Flynn was played by Jude Law in that Scorsese movie the other year, therefore you can think of this post as a little companion piece to last summer's 'In Defence of Jude Law'.
THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT.
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