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Assessing Colin Firth: “My Career Has Just Peaked”

By Agent Bedhead | Posted Under Career Assessments | Comments (51)



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Subject: Colin Firth, 50-year old English actor

Date of Assessment: March 30, 2011

Positive Buzzwords: Underrated, mainstream

Negative Buzzwords: Stiff, posh, bore

The Case: The good news, as accurately declared by Colin Firth in his recent (Best Actor) Oscar acceptance speech, is that his career really has just peaked. The bad news, however, is that in the event of a career peak, a downward slide might be inevitable. In the best case scenario, it is entirely possible Firth could parlay his Oscar win into more exposure for the sorts of roles that he’s played before and for which he hasn’t yet received proper recognition.

Most of us know Firth as the quintessential Englishman and for good reason. He’s quite notorious for his straight-out-of-the-novel portrayal of Mr. Darcy in the six-episode miniseries Pride and Prejudice, in which he performed the classic Regency version of a one-man wet t-shirt contest. Indeed, there’s something strange about Firth and shirts; for those unfamiliar with his entire CV, he appears to have played a huge range of stuffed-shirt characters who are primarily privileged, upper-class Englishmen. Love Actually, Shakespeare in Love, and The English Patient all immediately spring to mind. He’s also largely known for a seemingly endless stream of romcom roles but has remained much less recognized for those unbelievably convincing darker roles in movies such as Fever Pitch, Where the Truth Lies, Trauma, and Valmont (here, Firth played the Malkvoch-in-Dangerous Liasons-type character, as both films were based on the novel Les Liaisons dangereuses by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos). He’s also been much grittier than his reputation would lead you to believe in The Last Legion and (to great effect) has even dropped his drawers in various movies including The Advocate. Beyond the posterior, women also love the hell out of that softly intense gaze, which works so well in those romcoms and period pieces.

That’s not all, folks. Firth has given his share of tearful performances (When Did You Last See Your Father?; The King’s Speech) and has adeptly mixed in some lighter fare (What a Girl Wants; Love Actually; The Importance of Being Earnest). Despite his reputation as a cinematic ladies’ man, Firth has also portrayed six gay characters (Where the Truth Lies; A Single Man; Mamma Mia; Apartment Zero; Relative Values; and the stage version of Another Country). Also, despite his posh manner of speaking in many movies, Firth has pulled off three characters who stammer in vastly different manners (The King’s Speech; A Month in the Country; and a play called Three Days of Rain). Not to mention Main Street, where Firth oozed a charming Southern drawl as a prototypical oilman. Other crowd favorites include Another Country; Nineteen Nineteen; Femme Fatale; A Thousand Acres; and The Secret Laughter of Women.

Naturally, Firth has taken a few missteps with stuff like A Christmas Carol and The Accidental Husband, and he followed up his acclaimed role in Girl With a Pearl Earring by playing a harried, hapless father in the first Nanny McPhee movie. Still, the man is just so likable (as well as lickable) and comes off as remarkably self-effacing in interviews such as when spoke with Newsweek about the absurdity of acting:

Actually, you know, it is quite extraordinary because life on a film set is inherently infantile. Everything else is taken away to the point where we are helpless. You are picked up at a certain time of day. You are driven to a place not of your choice. You are then given clothes to put on. And then someone does your hair and your face, and again according to someone else’s schedule. You are brought your breakfast. Then you are taken to a place where you do your job and you are told where to stand, where to look, and here are the words you are going to say, and they’re not yours. And so there is very little that you have in your control, except what happens when you close the bathroom door. It is preposterous. It makes no sense whatsoever, unless it’s wonderful. You are always treading that line.

Isn’t Firth’s attitude much more refreshing than witnessing steeple-fingered talk of the craft? And it’s even more impressive that Firth manages to deliver some film-saving performances in the face of such ridiculousness. With a different leading man, A Single Man might have been remembered merely as an aesthetic tribute to the lifestyle of director Tom Ford, who took the movie quite far away from its roots as a Christopher Isherwood novella. Instead, the movie was grounded and much more believable thanks to Firth’s amazingly nuanced performance as a grieving man who suddenly loses his gay lover and has been rejected by the man’s family. Firth’s reaction to this dual figurative stomach punch truly resonated with the audience and summarily dismissed all of the beautiful trappings of the film set. Somehow, that movie was all about Colin Firth yet remained respectful of the subject matter at hand.

Likewise with the first Bridget Jones movie, wherein Renée Zellweger inexplicably received an Oscar nomination for making a joke about wiping Saddam Hussein’s arse while shagging Hugh Grant’s floppy mop. This particular movie was also anchored by Firth’s older version of Mr. Darcy. Some might label this Mark Darcy a parody of the Pride and Prejudice character, for it was conceived by Bridget author Helen Fielding in the novel, which infamously gave a more mainstream version of the Austen classic and in which the Bridget character had a terrible crush on the actor Colin Firth. It was forecast in the stars that Firth would play this Mr. Darcy as well, and he carried the role off with as much dignity as humanly possible in the face of a thousand romcom tropes. And incidentally, he caused millions of women to go weak in the knees with his ending line, “Oh yes, they fucking do,” before kissing Bridget into oblivion.

Prognosis: Firth’s never had a problem with finding a demand for his acting services, and he shall remain eminently employable as always in spite of his newfound Academy Award. He’s currently got four films in various stages of production, including Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy with the simply bloody good Gary Oldman. Outside of acting, some across-the-pond buzz points towards a possible knighthood, which would certainly be prestigious honor for any actor. However, the royal stamp of approval hasn’t exactly helped Sean Connery or Helen Mirren avoid clunkers, so I suspect that Firth will continue to seek quality scripts regardless of whether or not this happens. Just for fun, let’s close by revisiting his “I have a feeling my career just’s peaked” Oscar speech and then consider whether or not he’s correct in this assumption.

Agent Bedhead lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma. She and her little black heart can be found at agentbedhead.com.









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Comments

Sexayy as Mr. Darcy was, I think he outdid the smolder in Girl With the Pearl Earring.

In any case, the man is a peach.

Posted by: klingonfree at March 30, 2011 2:06 PM

Is Main Street out? I remember when it was being filmed in Durham, NC (my neighboring city), and all the radio and news people kept slobbering all over Orlando Bloom's presence. I couldn't believe no one was mentioning the other leading man in town who is about a million times hotter- Mr. Firth. Nevertheless, I heard a few stories from server/bartender friends of mine and it sounded like he was nothing but a gentleman.

Posted by: Mel C. at March 30, 2011 2:18 PM

Didn't he play Chief Miles O'Brien on Star Trek too?

Posted by: DarthCorleone at March 30, 2011 2:24 PM

Christ!!! Darcy is a Georgian/Regency figure. There's no classic Victorian anything here. Huge, HUGE difference. I'll be back once I've read the rest.

Posted by: PaddyDog at March 30, 2011 2:24 PM

This Career Assessment made me raise a glass to the loveliness of Mr. Firth.

Posted by: bonnie at March 30, 2011 2:28 PM

"Christ!!! Darcy is a Georgian/Regency figure. There's no classic Victorian anything here. Huge, HUGE difference. I'll be back once I've read the rest."

Paddy, I'm with ya honey. I just muttered under my breath "fail" as I read that fumble. It's such a widespread mistake I just couldn't summon the right rage, but I diggity digdigg your righteous indig.

Posted by: kilingonfree at March 30, 2011 2:28 PM

If you're just messing with us to see how many times we can be poked with a stick, you win.

And now, I'm sorry, but I just can't stop myself. It's the Accuracy Police gene. I am going to be that guy:

1. "notorious for his straight-out-of-the-novel..." Being notorious is a bad thing. Renowned? Justly famous or celebrated perhaps?

2. The period in Pride and Prejudice is Regency and not Victorian hence the soldiers in the area getting ready to go off and fight Napolean.

3. It isn't a film not unlike Dangerous Liaisons, Valmont is almost exactly like Dangerous Liaisons because it is an adaptation of the exact same novel. (Annette Bening was Mme de Merteuil and a better one than Glenn Close).

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at March 30, 2011 2:31 PM

Hold me back klingonfree, because later I got to the mis-spelling of "Austen" and the implication that somehow Nanny McPhee was a greater misstep than the Bridget Jones' tragically unfunny inapt take on P&P, and then I read that the awesome comedy Fever Pitch is a "darker role" so now I'm looking to disembowel someone.

Seriously Bedhead, you usually know your subject matter. What happened here?

Posted by: PaddyDog at March 30, 2011 2:34 PM

I KNOW, right?

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at March 30, 2011 2:36 PM

I quite enjoyed Nanny McPhee.

Posted by: elizabeth at March 30, 2011 2:37 PM

And then there's this:

"despite his posh manner of speaking in many movies, Firth has pulled off three characters who stammer in vastly different manners"

What the fuck does that mean? Stammering is a common affectation of the British upper classes. Because George Windsor stammered it became au fait among the inbred aristocracy to mimic his manner of speaking and now it's practically de rigeur for any twat who wants to pretend he's of a certain ilk (see Grant, Hugh).

And yes, I am using pretentious French terms intentionally because they make me less stabby.

Posted by: PaddyDog at March 30, 2011 2:41 PM

I thought he was darling in Nanny McPhee.

Posted by: Captain Tuttle at March 30, 2011 2:45 PM

He's a little too likable to be true. That said he's wonderfully underrated actor and made me cry for hours after watching A Single Man.

Posted by: severine at March 30, 2011 3:18 PM

Much like Hugh Laurie, I will watch this man in anything, because I know he will be wonderful.

Also, Mrs. Julien, I thought

1. She meant notorious because the fact that it was "straight-out-of-the-novel" was a bad thing.
2. It's been a while since I read the book, so I simply did not know that.
and 3. True, and I know this is a pet peeve of many people, but it's...not incorrect ( :P ). A double negative may be bad English too, but it still is acceptable in non-formal writing to convey certain tones, right? So this one stays unless Agent Bedhead wants to change it.

Posted by: dsbs at March 30, 2011 3:27 PM

Mrs. Julien! all this time I thought you had lady parts, but now you tell us you are gonna be "that guy".

and of all places, a Colin Firth post. Speaking of which, I'd like to see Firth to branch out now that he has the Bald statute. Let's see what he can do with a tranny role. Maybe he can remake that Julia Robert's prostitute movie, playing Roberts role. Its just a thought. Not a particularly good one, but a thought nonetheless.

Posted by: JuiceinLA at March 30, 2011 3:29 PM

Mrs. Julien and Paddydog: I usually try (try) to tamp down on my superiority complex on Brit Lit because I realize that in certain slices of company pie it makes me hard to be around and marks me as a pretentious bore (as fucking if!) but somehow, in good company, I feel at home disembowling this post for its inaccuracies and plain-old boneheadisms. I feel like I just took off a really uncomfortable bra (corset?) after a long day.

In short, you Paddy and Mrs. J make me feel like a natural woman.

Posted by: klingonfree at March 30, 2011 3:30 PM

Bridget Jones made me cry.

...because I was so damn ANGRY at how awfule it was, and the 6 dollars I'd wasted on it.

Posted by: meh at March 30, 2011 3:30 PM

Also, it's possible my internet sarcasm detector is broken, but DarthCorleone, that would be Colm Meaney.

Posted by: dsbs at March 30, 2011 3:32 PM

dsbs Number three wasn't a grammar peeve, it was a "they are the same story based on the same novel" peeve. Really, it was at that point that I decided Bedhead was just effing with us to enjoy the ensuing tizzies.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at March 30, 2011 3:33 PM

Oh, and sorry Mrs. Julien, I misread #3. Sigh.

Posted by: dsbs at March 30, 2011 3:35 PM

Gah! The screen cap on that YouTube clip reminded me of the goddamn travesty that was Tom Hooper winning an Academy Award over ANYONE, let alone David Fincher, Darren Aronofsky, the Coens, even David O. Russell. Day ruined. Thanks.

Posted by: ChristianH at March 30, 2011 3:43 PM

klingonfree:

Come on over to the "Hopelessly Intransigent on Matters of Period Literature" corner where we make Lady Catherine DeBourgh look like an easy-going soccer mom. There's plenty of room and Mrs. Julien bakes wonderful cookies (but we call them delicacies).

Posted by: PaddyDog at March 30, 2011 3:44 PM

I'll ring for tea.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at March 30, 2011 3:59 PM

Come now, can't we all just enjoy the wonderfulness of the Firth without getting all up in each others grammar/knowledge base issues?

He's relatable, reliable and seems quite nice enough and Agent Bedhead did a fine job of putting that into words.

Also, I adored A Single Man which is in and of itself reason to love Colin Firth because I honestly believe he is the only actor who could have saved that film from the over-arching, achingly needy, perfectionistic ego that is Tom Ford.

Hey Mel C. where you at? I'm in The Tri-ad, so we must not be too far apart.

Posted by: Mrs Smith at March 30, 2011 4:03 PM

PaddyDog, are you sure they shouldn't be biscuits?

Posted by: Anne (no longer in Reno) at March 30, 2011 4:05 PM

You forgot to mention Circle of Friends, which is actually where I first saw him. The 1995 film also stars Minnie Driver, Chris O'Donnell, Alan Cumming, Saffron Burrows, and for heaven's sake, Ciaran Hinds.

Posted by: Three-nineteen at March 30, 2011 4:15 PM

I was planning on petit fours.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at March 30, 2011 4:17 PM

I love reading the Career Assessments, Bedhead. And once again, you just got it: this guy is likable. He's got this easy charm about him, and you get a sense that he doesn't take himself too seriously. And oh, that smoldering look.

And I really don't want to go here, but hey, I'll be "that guy" (don't we all love saying that). PaddyDog and others: Jeebus wept, you guys. I think I'll leave the computer for a while before I say something I can't take back. Eesh.

Posted by: figgy at March 30, 2011 4:27 PM

Anne (wherever you currently are):

While it's true that these days those of us from the other side of the pond refer to "cookies" as "biscuits", that wasn't entirely true in Jane Austen's day. Their version of a biscuit was a bit of a hybrid between the American biscuit and a cookie.
Trust me, I'm currently coming to end of reading the collected letters of Jane Austen (she wrote about three letters a day EVERY day so it's a very long read) and I am steeped in the vocabulary. Last weekend, I asked Mr. PaddyDog if we would be taking the phaeton to dinner.

Posted by: PaddyDog at March 30, 2011 4:28 PM

Well it looks like Bedhead has been aptly schooled today. Good lord.

Posted by: Julie at March 30, 2011 4:28 PM

I'm just so proud I know what a phaeton is. It's because I used to read romance novels, but still...

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at March 30, 2011 4:31 PM

Go ahead and say it Figgy. I never take anything personally on Pajiba. I reserve the right to point out when something is badly researched (and as I pointed out I typically love the Career Assessments) and you can reserve the right to scream obscenities at me for doing so.
If we give every kid a trophy even when they play with two left feet we lower our standards.

Posted by: PaddyDog at March 30, 2011 4:31 PM

I saw an interview with Firth in which they walked around his working class home town. He was self-deprecating in that charming British way. Said it was funny that people consider him posh considering his roots. Also admitted to being a huge attention whore and that he loved dressing up in ABBA costumes for the ending sequence in Mamma Mia.

Posted by: masonwasp at March 30, 2011 4:35 PM

figgy and Julie

I think there was some simultaneous posting that would make it feel like Bedhead was being jumped on from a greater height than we intended. I honestly thought that the mistakes were intentional after a certain point because Bedhead is normally so thorough and careful.

Posted by: Mrs. Julien at March 30, 2011 4:36 PM

Hmmm. I spend so little time on here since I changed jobs and moved. But I loves me some Firth, so I thought this would be a nice way to kill five minutes.

Jesus fucking Christ. Enough with the policing. Seriously. It's shit like this that drove me away in the first place.

Posted by: Nicole at March 30, 2011 4:52 PM

Listen, there's a difference between policing for every little mistake and letting significant inaccuracies/downright errors slide. The regulars on this site supposedly pride themselves on their "eloquence" and "intelligence" so for heaven's sake is it too much to expect a little research?
I've written stuff for Pajiba in the past (and hope to do so in the future) and I've been called out quite caustically on lazy research, and rightly so. I didn't check my facts and got them wrong. I deserved to be called out on them. And I and my red face put my shame to good use making sure the next piece was impeccably researched.

Posted by: PaddyDog at March 30, 2011 5:03 PM

Why's everybody picking on Bedhead???

Posted by: Maryscott O'Connor at March 30, 2011 5:05 PM

Should I be worried that the day I piss off so many regulars, an ad for cremation "the green burial option" keeps popping up whenever I open this thread?

Posted by: PaddyDog at March 30, 2011 5:18 PM

This thread somehow gave me munchies. First there was delectable Mr. Firth as such, then came all those deliciously sweet thatguyisms by the incomparable Dames (in my head PaddyDog and Mrs. Julien are Dame Judi and Dame Maggie's Internet handles), then out of nowhere cookies and biscuits and tea were being served and suddenly I found myself craving for phaetons even though I have no bleeding idea what those are (I presume you weren't discussing the cocky son of Helius or the cocky Volkswagen's model?) and now I'm eating Nesquik with a spoon because it was either that or plain sugar.

Posted by: schmerpes at March 30, 2011 5:37 PM

How about that Colin Firth, huh? You know, the one the article was about?

He's another one of those guys that makes terrible things watchable. Edge of Reason was horrific, but damn those bedroom eyes he kept giving her? Good lord. And though his story on Love, Actually was one of the worst in the movie, he falls into a pond AGAIN.

And here's where I bring up my movie factoid that I bring out at parties where I want to be alienated for being a complete loser: Colin Firth was cheated of a wife/lover by both Fiennes brothers in two separate movies. By Ralph in The English Patient and by Joseph in Shakespeare in Love. Poor guy.

Posted by: figgy at March 30, 2011 5:38 PM

You're right Figgy: they made him go all pond shirt again. If I were Firth I would have it written into my contract that I never again have to emerge from a pond fully clothed.
Butt naked, however, I would heartily approve of.

Posted by: PaddyDog at March 30, 2011 6:00 PM

Come on over to the "Hopelessly Intransigent on Matters of Period Literature" corner where we make Lady Catherine DeBourgh look like an easy-going soccer mom.

I knew there was a reason I loved this site. Ya'll make my itty bitty (and bitter) nerd heart pitter-patter with glee.

Posted by: Lipton at March 30, 2011 6:28 PM

Pedants R Us. Give it a rest already.

Posted by: snapnhiss at March 30, 2011 7:35 PM

The bitchfest on this post is overwhelming, but I'll stand tall and support only the Firth love around me. From P&P , Girl With a Pearl Earring, and HELL YES BJ'sD (sue me), he is my classic swoon-inducing ladies' man. Though the emerging jowls are beginning to sadden me, I love him still.

Posted by: Drea at March 30, 2011 9:27 PM

Assessing Colin Firth: "My pants have just peaked".

And I'm a lady.

Posted by: Lauren at March 30, 2011 10:31 PM

The world's most beloved man Colin Firth an oscar winner and he was named the best actor on a triumphant night of oscar for The King's Speech.

Posted by: Anna @ Designer Resume at March 31, 2011 5:17 AM

His gay character in Mamma Mia, itself a disgrace, is a disgrace. Everyone involved in creating that abortion of a tokenistic, pitiful non-character should be thoroughly ashamed of themselves. It's a blight on a career that isn't exactly throbbing with A* material.

Posted by: Caspar at March 31, 2011 7:50 AM

I hated the ending line in Bridget Jones.

Posted by: Laura at April 1, 2011 10:40 AM

He has always branched out and experimented with different genres; it's just that the darker roles are not as high profile. He's naturally extremely talented, just look at his first onscreen performance in Another Country: he was a complete pro in that and he was only 24 then. I can't think of any 24 year old actor today who could have pulled that off in their first film role.

Also if you watch Apartment Zero with the David Koepp/Steven Soderbergh commentary, it was clear that those two industry figures had great admiration for his ability and he was only 28 when he played that role.

Glad that he is finally receiving better material; his next 3 films have the potential to be great considering the caliber of his collaborators (bar Diaz; but she can be fun for a farce).

Posted by: mack at April 1, 2011 9:16 PM

And that would indicate what, exactly? If a woman beat a man at something and someone said, hey, the man was actually supposed to win, and this happened several times, then sure, that might be sexism. But I don't see how thinking that Vanessa Redgrave is a better actress than Marisa Tomei (or at least that she was better that year) means anything at all. I'll take your (implied) word for it that this has happened several times, but even then, I don't see sexism in it.
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