Julia Louis-Dreyfus is just perfect in 'Veep.' She gets to show off the spiky claws beneath her patrician finesse. The obvious way to play 'Veep' would be to make Louis-Dreyfus a folksy heroine, one with more common sense or populist heart than her enemies. But she isn't one.
When I was 15, I went on a cricket tour of Zimbabwe with my school. My defining memory of it was stroking a semi-tame lioness at a game reserve. I grew up on a farm, so I felt I had an affinity with animals, and when it put a paw out, I thought I'd connected with it. But its claws came out and nicked my leg. Then I did the most stupid thing: I ran.
I wish I had claws, just because how cool would that be?
I'm a chilled out guy but if needs be the claws can come out.
Eagles rarely fail to catch their prey. They usually kill it quickly by breaking its neck with their powerful claws.
The usual key to getting films made seems to be a producer's terrier-like determination not to let it go. Unfortunately, such producers often seem prone to sinking their claws into mediocre projects.
Mufasa: [above the stampeding wildebeest] Scar! Broth-brother, help me!
Scar: [Scar puts his claws into Mufasa's paws] Long live the King.
[throws him into the stampede]
Mufasa: Aaaaah!
Young Simba: [as the Camera zooms out] Nooooooooo!
