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10 Famous Poems Recited by Famous Actors


Tom Hiddleston reads Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare
Zoe is dead because Tom Hiddleston read Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare

Thing is, I’m not a huge fan of poetry. Now wait, before you kill me, I don’t hate poetry at all. I even love it every now and again, but I wouldn’t say I go out of my way to buy anthologies and go to live sessions and such. The only poetry books I have are from uni – I’m looking at you Norton. If I stumble upon it and I like it, that’s good enough for me (much like Art, actually). But there are times when I honestly sit and see a quote or an excerpt and think, ‘Damn, that could only be put in poetry form – poetry is the reason this is as intense as it is’. And that’s a lot coming from a prose lover like myself but I’m okay with saying it and I appreciate it deeply because it’s true for me, personally.

This video makes me very warm and fuzzy inside because 1. It reminded me of all the Classics I hold dear and 2. I love actors that do this kind of thing – makes them seem so refined but human. Oh, and 3, Tom Hiddleston.

So have fun!

Actors who have leant their voices to poetry that is, sometimes, even more famous than they are… Here are the favourites via Book Riot. 


Some things are best expressed in short bursts of disbelief


I know, I know, Millennials have already shortened everything so do we really need to allow them to not confront things and just use ‘short bursts of disbelief’? The answer is yes. I know myself and I so happen to know my friends and close acquaintances as well and I can say this, it’s better for our health to say WTF and walk away than to have to sit someone hopeless down and level/discuss/argue with them. For every annoying, exciting, shocking and surprising thing, I’ve managed to be able to answer in short startled question exclamations. Case in point: WTF?!

There are specific moments though, without fail, that will literally have you so shocked you do the eye-pop-eye-roll (Blair Waldorf taught me this) and it’s the only reaction that suffices and won’t land you in jail.


These are all the dumb, ignorant, blind, intolerant, uncultured, unchangeable, dumb stupid people we meet from day to day. Most of the time they’re thrust upon you at parties or work functions or any other social gathering for that matter. You would not know or speak to any of these people willingly and would never be caught dead calling them friend or even admitting you kinda know them in public (I can’t speak for family on this one, you’re sort of stuck with those ones). But these are the people whose presence is mash-up of uncomfortable and annoying and when they open their mouths to talk you’re just like…



Subtext: There’s just no way your brain works like that. Are you on meds? Am I being punked?


We live in a rage age, that’s a fact. Everybody is literally always at tipping point. Y’know, like that song ‘Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge/I’m trying not to lose my head’? We’re all just trying to keep our heads above the rage water here. Seriously. And living in Jo’burg I can attest to just how close people are to killing each other every day on these roads and bank queus. Even the smallest thing can set a Joburger off because – I’m convinced – they live their lives on ‘Come at me bru’ mode. And when you have a run-in with these beautiful dark creatures, male and female, and whether you’re taking your time reversing out of a parking spot or bump them in a pub or club, or laugh out loud in the cinema house, you will not be disappointed. They will hulk out on you. And you, coming from a normal city like Cape Town or Pretoria, have to bite your tongue while the green rage monster has his moment, like…


Subtext: I’m actually equally peeved but I feel like a have more to lose here. It’s so hard being civilised.


Ex-classmates, ex-friends, ex-workpeople, ex effing boyfriends. Amicable splitsville or not, I’m not trying to have your life all up in my grill. Yes, maybe sometimes I strike up communication because I need someone’s contacts/need my favorite green blazer back/need a reference/am lonely AF, but please avoid me when you’re happy. Whether these people from your cosy past managed to get into a better university/managed to be normal/get better jobs/move on (a couple of times!), you’re just not keen. It’s not something you wanna swim in, honestly. So when an ex anything sends you a jolly above-it-all message or invite to anything like ‘Omg, how’ve you been?’ or like ‘Omg, please come to my party!’, I’m like OMG…


Subtext: Who the hell cares, spaz?! OR I’m obviously still scarred by you, please shut your face.


Oftimes, as confused 20somethings in our crazy busy lives that are full of meaning, we find that shit really does happen. A LOT. Not because we deserve it or allow it or whatever, it just does. We cry and freak out and stress out a lot because every day is like a box of shit chocolates, you never know what shit you’re gonna get. But, you know it’ll definitely be there. And so we’ve formulated our individual defense against the shit arts mechanisms. Don’t wanna be late? Be super early. You want that promotion? Work your butt of and be that weirdo who’s the first one in and last one out the office. Want a better body? Be healthier, baby! You have a sneaky suspicion it might rain and don’t wanna get soaked? Try carrying an umbrella, dude. Tired of getting your heart broken? Date healthy-minded dudes and learn how to be a better judge of character, dummy. BUT. You’re a 20something so this is what you find out, the rain is too strong and the wind blows your pathetic little umbrella away, you hop on the scale and find that you’ve actually put on a kilo, and that nice guy you started dating is a closet sociopath, and you’re just like…


Subtext: Really? Seriously? This is what happens when I actually try? Whatevs. (Que hipster mentality, existentialist crisis)

So there you have it. We already have sooo much happening in our lives, do we really need to address and confront everything? No. Some things are better just ended with a sigh and an ‘I’m out’. It’s exhausting to take everything seriously. So even when I am pissed off or confused or shocked beyond, I take a breathe and think ‘Do I really wanna get into this?’ and the answer is no way, I’ll stick to my  short inner bursts of disbelief. So to addressing all the crazy out there…


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Film – Thor: The Dark World

Film – Thor: The Dark World

Thor: The Dark World is a must for the everyday Thor fan. This means everyone who loves Thor, the Norse god (as we know him), Thor as played by Chris Hemsworth (Ahem) and Thor because, Marvel. Most of all, you want to see this if you like seeing Loki in all his movie screen glory.

The film is expectedly better than the last in terms of graphics and all that other technical nonsense that makes it look pretty. And Asgard was a little less gold, which made it less fake cheesy looking and made me happier. Odin’s family is just… Odin is still his allfatherly self, nothing amazing but his lady Frigga? Gods! She stole the show for some minutes there. Loki is in some fancy prison and exuding his usual sexy sass and Thor is just being the noble guy he turned into at the end of the first movie. It’s a little boring but he manages to shed it when he’s slamming Mjilnor into an unwitting victim/enemy. And that’s the kind of awesomeness I love him for. That and his arms and amazingly deep voice, and the fact that he saves lives, of course. Can we talk about that strangely placed topless scene? The cinema literally went dead silent when that happened. I think I heard like one nervous giggle and I remember myself sliding lower down my chair and covering one eye with the Popcorn box. Hemsworth’s body is muting. Muting.


Natalie Portman is an amazing actor and one of my favs. Jane Foster, as a character, is meh – I don’t have anything against her, she’s like any other movie superhero love interest, it’s whatevs. But Jane Foster played by Natalie Portman? I have major qualms. Watching scenes with her felt like pity shagging – so uncomfortable, so awkward, so unnecessary.

And I’m not going to pretend like I even remotely liked the new Fandral. The old one was dashing and looked like he was supposed to be fighting with a super pointy edged fencing sword – I mean, he even plays Prince Charming in that story book series.  Story Brooke is it? I don’t know. They kept Lady Sif and the other gentlemen warriors though which makes me happy – they have good chemistry as a deadly fighting unit. Loved the Sif and Thor undertones because, I love power couples – by this I mean couples who can murder you and your whole floor in under  5 minutes. I can’t wait for that to actually come to our screens. And Heimdall… how badass was that counter attack on the first Elves ship? Masterpiece. You go, chocolate god man!

I have been a huge fan of Bromance for most of my life and while people fan girl over OTPs, I fan girl over brotherhood and friendship. Thor and Loki’s bond as brothers is just beautiful and true and it runs deep, no matter how much Loki tries to pee in those waters.  There were def tears at that point of the movie where Chris has to roar-scream because Loki is dying on him again. I cried. A LOT. I love how Loki loves Frigga. I probably just love Loki (or maybe just Tom Hiddleston – yes, I do).


In the end, I did not like Thor’s decision to go hang out with whiny earth gf – I really wish he’d stayed and taken the thrown on Asgard and went out with Lady Sif and the Warriors Three to quests of beating up random baddies. But he’s noble now and that’s cool, even if I prefer brutes. And wow, they do not call Loki the god of mischief for nothing.