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Spot the baby actor!

If you’re just checking in, here’s an update: British television has largely consumed my summer. And if you’re just checking in on British television, here’s an update on that: Britain has about ten actors. They’re all wildly talented, and they all take turns appearing in each others’ shows and blockbuster films and it’s FINE. It’s fun, actually—it’s like a game. Spot the actor. A friend who’s marathoning her way through Doctor Who texted me in a frenzy when she realized that Cassandra was Madam Hooch in Harry Potter (her exact words: “OMGGG I’M BEATING OUT A SAMBA RIGHT NOW”). These are the exciting moments brought to you by the BBC.

In honor of England’s bigger-on-the-inside entertainment industry, I figure it’s time to talk about our favorite “spot the actor” moments. You know what I’m talking about: those “I had no idea who you were the first time I saw this, but now I know and love you and look at you you’re such a baby!” moments. We’ve all been there. Let’s discuss.

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An Intervention with Parking Garages

Tonight’s Bones opened on a man in a parking garage, which in Hollywood might as well be a murder house. No other setting makes it so obvious that somebody’s going to die. Sure enough, he explodes before the opening credits. Hollywood really wants us to fear parking garages. What did we ever do to deserve this?

Let me recline on a comfy therapist couch and break down my paranoia. (more…)