It’s not just any fanger - This is Eric fucking Northman, who’s fucking ancient and stupid powerful and can kill all of us.
Yes, he should just wear his waistcoast and sassy hip every day for the rest of his life.
A reminder that What Maisie Knew opens in LA today and will be in more cities/theaters next week.
If you’re still not sure about seeing it (because you’re stupid or something idk) here’s some reviews. And also Star Trek and Iron Man 7 and Fast and Furious 898: Antarctica Slide will be fine regardless, so support indie movies if you can. /soapbox
The real surprise is Alexander Skarsgard as Lincoln, a sweetly naive bartender whom Susanna marries in a hurry, purely out of revenge — Beale has married Margo immediately after their divorce. Skarsgard, best known stateside for his brooding intensity as Eric on HBO’s campy vampire soap opera True Blood, plays Lincoln as the tender, caring parental surrogate Maisie needs, presenting him at first as a bit of a simpleton, but then ensuring that that first impression gives way to a sense that he simply shares a childlike natural trust with his new stepdaughter.
The film raises more uncomfortable questions about Maisie’s uncertain future than it ever answers, but that’s in keeping with the emotional honesty the filmmakers are striving for. If Maisie knew everything, there’d be nowhere left for her to go after the credits roll.
Alexander Skarsgård, who was so baffled and domesticated in Lars von Trier’s “Melancholia,” emerges here as a handsome and sexy leading man, the film’s shining hope, its natural center. You feel safe when he is around, even though Lincoln doesn’t know what he is doing half the time, and doesn’t know you’re supposed to hold a little girl’s hand when you cross the street with her. Lincoln is almost as innocent as Maisie is.
“What Maisie Knew” is an indictment of those who do not realize that innocence is not something to be scorned and used, but cherished and protected.
So basically, all the ladies think Alexander Skarsgard is super duper swell.
No one cool showed up to my 8th birthday, damnit.