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serazienne replied to your post: I covet your skull.
and then I found myself weirdly attracted to mr. brett (but aren’t we all)

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missmorland:

Jeremy Brett and Dame Maggie Smith, ladies and gentlemen.

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anathemagerminabunt:

language-escapes:

So, JLM’s Holmes intrigues me, in terms of What Came Before.

Because he is very, very Brett, in the sense of his flair for the dramatic, the eccentric-ness, the importance of every gesture and facial expression, the willingness to fling himself about if need be, but he’s also somewhat similar to Ron Howard’s Holmes, who is… goofy, at times, not particularly concerned about dignity. 

Which is why I DO NOT UNDERSTAND why people have trouble seeing him as Holmes.  Because he’s very much a part of the tradition.  He has his own take, his own aspects that he adds, and I suspect fifty years from now he’ll be referenced in his own way, but I can see the homage in his actions, and I don’t see him doing anything that is so utterly shocking, so completely outside of what Holmes IS, at his core. 

I mean, especially if you like Brett.  Seriously.

I never thought about it this way, but suddenly a lot of things are clicking in my mind and… yeah. Yeah.

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Jeremy Brett (3 November 1933 – 12 September 1995)

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Today marks the 17th anniversary of Jeremy Brett’s passing.

fuckyeahgranadaholmes:

Please take a moment to remember and celebrate this wonderfully talented yet tortured man. His devotion and sacrifice ultimately brought us one of the greatest portrayals of Arthur Conan Doyle’s creation ever to grace our television screens.

Thank you, dearest Jeremy. We miss you still.

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thecrackinthewallhaditcoming:

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Here’s one of the many reasons why Jeremy Brett is my hero.

deliricia:

I’m currently reading his biography on a forum, and I’m crying like a baby and then, I read this:

“One incident that David Burke recounted brought the house down at The Northern Musgraves’ Jeremy Brett Memorial Lunch. It is a tale that reveals not only Brett’s humour and eccentricity, but also his endearing, self-effacing qualities:

JB: I was feeling so low the other day that I sent myself a fan letter.

DB: Are you serious?

JB: I’m absolutely serious.

DB: What did you write to yourself?

JB: “Dear Jeremy,

I would just like to say what a wonderful actor you are. Your Sherlock Holmes puts every other attempt at the part in the shade. Basil Rathbone is not fit to clean your boots; and Douglas Wilmer and Robert Stephens should beg you to give them lessons. You’re much prettier than all of them, for a start. There is only one word for your performance — magic. Please send me a signed photograph.

Yours,

Joe Bloggs.

P.S. I’ve heard that you’re really a nice person, too.”

DB: Did you really write that?

JB: Yes, I did.

DB: Did you send it?

JB: Yes. I put a first-class stamp on it. I wanted to get it as soon as possible. It came the next morning.

DB: And did you read it?

JB: Of course I read it. I read it a dozen times. I felt wonderful afterwards.

DB: Well, did you send yourself a signed photograph?

JB: David, I may be mad — but I’m not barking mad! In any case, the bugger didn’t send a stamped addressed envelope!

And I’m feeling better now.