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[froodle]

Raise your hand if you spend Thursday night transfixed by the strip of Jamie Bamber's stomach that kept showing under his shirt.

Now, raise it again if you're going to repeat the experiance this Wednesday.

Oh, Jamie Bamber. For you, I totally renounce all other actors.

For the next couple of days, anyway.

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[froodle]

He does the Naughty Hip Thing (hereafter refered to as NHT, because I am lazy) at several points during the play, but it's most noticable during the scene where Faustus is invisable and he bitchslaps the Pope. It's hard to describe without making him sound like Elvis or John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever, but he sort of... goes up to all the little priest guys that are serving the Pope and walks backwards in front of them while wiggling his hips in this indescribably pervy way, and all the time he has this cheeky Archielike grin on his face and... and it's just SoGood, I'm totally not doing it justice.

The lighter scene comes much earlier, during the scene where Faustus is signing the contract to give his soul to Lucifer, and it has to be written in blood. He cuts himself, but the blood won't flow and Faustus is all, "Ooooooh this seems foreboding... maybe making a deal with the Devil isn't such a good idea after all...", and Mephistopheles says that he'll fetch some fire to get Faustus's blood flowing again, (I'm not entirely sure how that works, but meh, I've never written a contract in blood or deliberatly set fire to myself, so what do I know?) and he whips out a lighter and presses it to Faustus' forearm, and he's standing behind Faustus and is draped over him with his arms across his shoulders, and the skin starts to sizzle and they're both panting in this really obscene way and at that point I bit my finger to stifle any Fangirlish sounds that might escape.

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I think all I have to say to this beautifully detailed, evocative and descriptive report is *gulp* It sounds lovely and you are a lucky, lucky woman ;)