Welcome to Six Damn Fine Degrees. These instalments will be inspired by the idea of six degrees of separation in the loosest sense. The only rule: it connects – in some way – to the previous instalment. So come join us on our weekly foray into interconnectedness!
If you were to ask me who my favourite actors are, I wouldn’t have a ready-made answer for you – though, after thinking about the question for a bit, I would probably say that, at this point in time, Jessie Buckley is one of my favourites. In her performances, she has an energy, a rawness which easily tips into vulnerability. In the performances that come to my mind, she doesn’t hold back, there’s nothing of the genteelness to her acting that some of the great thespians of a few decades ago had. Added to which: she has a great voice, and, oh, that crooked smile of hers…
There’s obviously a lot to like about Jessie Buckley – but then I look at her actual roles, and I find that I don’t actually love all that many of them.
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Michael Pierce’s feature debut Beast is less than the sum of its parts. It has very, very strong scenes, but just because the pearls are all beautiful doesn’t mean they belong on the same necklace. Here’s a list from memory: the moment when Moll (Jessie Buckley) runs away from her own birthday party to go dancing. The moment when she meets Pascal (Johnny Flynn) for the first time and is smitten with him, because he looks as wild as she wants to be, and he might be her ticket out of the stuffy surroundings of a small town on a small island called Jersey. The moment when Moll lies into the grave of a dead girl, pretending to be her. The well-meaning cruelty of her mother (Geraldine James). Moll’s apology to the girl she hurt back in school. The whole funeral sequence. 
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