出来快一个星期了，因为太长，就没翻译了。发图先，最后给文字吧，好长的文字。
转自：sherlockbbc@lj

图大，点开看吧

如此MAN的表情

对不起，我在办公室摸鱼，所以图片顺序不管了

半个福。。。

霍金和赎罪

小皮衣不错，小领带不错 = =

那个，情侣照。。。。顺便说下，女友还是个作家。有才的一对

And if that weren’t enough, he has also just won the role of Peter Guillam, George Smiley’s MI6 protégé in the remake of Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy by the Swedish director Tomas Alfredson, with Gary Oldman as Smiley. “War Horse is a thrill, and an incredible CV filler, and Spielberg is amazing... but to me this is...” More exciting? “God, don’t say that, it’s just that it is such a grown-up role.” And he still makes time to be a “human Ticketmaster”, spending an unbelievable hour and a half every day organising tickets for friends and family, starry mates like Rosamund Pike, and the parents of the guy who lives downstairs (seriously).
Cumberbatch is super-bright, perched on the edge of life-changing celebrity, after which the personal managers and LA publicists will take over.
Then he will never be able to let strangers know his postcode, let alone avail themselves of his tea bags. For now fame is still distant enough for him to show you his family pictures on his iPhone while he hoovers up bacon and eggs in Carluccio’s as if he hasn’t eaten a proper meal for a week.
He seems wired with the excitement of it all, rewarded for his abundant charm with the goodwill of everyone he meets — waitresses, dogs, his co-stars, the ancient eccentric with the pipe on Hampstead Heath who stands next to him for a photograph, my smitten seven-year-old who is in the back of the car when we drive to another cafe, whispering in a loud aside: “I think he’s Doctor Who.” Actually, contrary to rumours, he never turned down a shot at the Tardis because he was never offered it. “I’d turn it down anyway,” he says, of the series, written by Steven Moffat, one of the writers (with Mark Gatiss) on Sherlock. “Jumping onto school stages and giving out prizes and saying ‘I am the Doctor’, it’s not where I want to go.”
Somehow his work seems more tied to the elegant, elegiac past than the sci-fi future; his inspiration is the frightfully English Trevor Howard, whose clipped diction he studied for the upper-class David Scott-Fowler. Now for War Horse he’s been watching Howard’s doomed and heroic Lord Cardigan in The Charge of the Light Brigade. “I could not believe it was the same actor.”
For all these thrills, a part of him is also anticipating disaster. This is not innate pessimism, but the legacy of a violent carjacking he suffered in South Africa in 2004 while filming To the Ends of the Earth. He was beaten, bundled into the car boot and thought he would die. “I knew my mother was going to get a call either from me or someone else, and the difference would change her life.” Just before the tyre blew out, forcing them to stop, he had been listening to Radiohead, blissfully relaxed. “It was one of the best times in my life. Then bang. Every time I’m feeling really good, a bit of me is waiting for that bang.”
Benedict Timothy Carlton Cumberbatch is the adored only son of the actors Timothy Carlton (Lewis, Heartbeat, Foyle’s War) and Wanda Ventham (Cassandra’s mother in Only Fools and Horses), both still working, stalwarts of popular TV series and commercial theatre. As an embarrassed adolescent, he watched his glamorous mother making stage entrances and pulling a shocked expression as one actor pulled at another’s trousers, simulating oral sex, but actually trying to help him change before his girlfriend comes back. “I had to say to her, sorry, Mum, I just can’t bear to see that gag one more time.” He chuckles: “I was so sensitive to it, she must have wondered if I was gay.” Rather than pushing him into the family business, his parents hoped an expensive education might encourage him to get a proper job. “At 15, they kept saying, ‘Look at us, how out of control our lifestyle is, how money’s a huge ebb and flow.’”


Cumberbatch — he flirted with changing his name to Carlton like his father, but soon realised there was no need — is not one of the pretty boys. His looks are too striking and unusual to make him the sort of rom-com pin-up who opens a movie. He has exotic cheekbones, slanting blue-green eyes (“mum’s”), retroussé nose (“my aunt’s”), thick hair (“dad’s”), and the most lavishly accentuated upper lip since Clara Bow. Look closer and its outline seems to have been tattooed, making his cupid’s bow visible from halfway back in the stalls. The marking first appeared when he was working in South Africa, skin damage, he was told by a dermatologist, and an indication of high oestrogen levels normally seen in men with cancer. He was tested and cleared. He laughs: “Then I was just worried that people would think I wore make-up every day.”
The looks, which lend Holmes his effete aura and ambiguous sexuality, are helpful for a character actor, chameleon enough to see him play a twisted killer or a flouncing Kenneth Williams. “I’m aware of the power of looks,” he says. “I’ve wanted to play roles that have gone to much better-looking people and you just think, ‘Oh well, that’s the pin-up guy’s… an actor like my friend James McAvoy, who’s gorgeous on screen. I’m not that. But at least I don’t have to worry about taking precious care of my face because it’s my commodity. That’s a great freedom. I’m not afraid of being heinous for the sake of a part.”
He was recently compared in The Mirror to Shergar, but finds the insult hilarious, claiming to be flattered. “The irritating thing is that I’ve always said that myself, and now some journalist has taken credit for it. I looked good in the picture, the horse looked good. What’s the problem?” At the press launch of Sherlock he was asked if he minded being typecast as intense, clever, sexually ambiguous characters and, feeling relaxed, he risked a joke. “I’m here to tell you,” he announced, “that in real life I’m a f***ing fantastic lover!” He groans. “That got everywhere. Everyone was coming up to me going, ‘So, how good are you, exactly?’ Jesus Christ…”
Actually, he is keen to flex his alpha-male credentials in Atonement, After the Dance, now War Horse. “I’d love to beef up and do a Tom Hardy [the star of Bronson]. Bring it on.”
The starring roles in War Horse, the story of a young boy who tries to find his horse Joey in the trenches of France, really belong to the stallions, who for the first time ride into the tanks, guns and gas of war. In real life, the lead is a 17½-hand equine gladiator, “half a tonne of 35-miles-per-hour joy” as Cumberbatch puts it. “It’s not told from his perspective like the book, otherwise it would be Disney, but obviously the Bafta will go to Joey as best horse actor.”
Horror of horrors, he was late for his appointment with Spielberg because of Westminster’s frustrating parking system, and the director’s clipboard minions were twitchy when he arrived. “So I went in with my shoulders up saying, ‘Sorry, so sorry,’ and Steven was just so sweet. I told him that the officers mustn’t look like doomed upper-class fools, there has to be something heroic about their charge, and he agreed.” Accompanying Cumberbatch at the audience were his equally nervous fellow officers Tom Hiddleston and Patrick Kennedy, also public schoolboys, the latter at Harrow where he played the son Biff to Cumberbatch’s Willy in Death of a Salesman. “We were together in Atonement as well. Steven was saying, ‘My God, you guys, you are like a club, you’re so unbelievably perfect for this, it’s great.’ But we are really vehicles for the horses, it’s their journey.” He laughs. “Tom was going into character, and Steven was saying, ‘Yeah, all that’s great, but we gotta get the right horse.’”


E文太多，我眼晕~~~
求翻译~~~~

是啊是啊。。。。
我正想说他的名字实在是太长了太不好记了。。。。

楼上十分的水。。。
而且水的很合我味口~~~~~

回复：29楼
自行想象中。。。。
确切将俺也不知道额。。。。

太man了

终于看完了，谢谢楼主。分享了那么好的文章。

话说偶还么看完呢~~~~看不下去，烂尾了~~~~~~

突然发现还么看完~~~~E文啊，挠头啊~~~

是杂志么？怎么可以买到呢？