Leonardo (TV Series)
Role: Ludovico Sforza
Start: 02 Dec 2019 - April 2020 Italy
Made in Italy aka The Long Way Round
Role: Director & Screenplay Writer
Start: 01 May - 10 June 2019 Tuscany
Release: 07 Aug 2020 On-Demand, Cinemas that are open and Drive-Ins
The Hot Zone (TV mini series)
Role: Trevor Rhodes
Start: 13 Sep - 21 Dec 2018 TO/S.Africa
Release: 27-29 May 2019 NAT GEO 9/8C
Role: Edwin Jarvis
Start: 10 Aug 2017 - 12 Jan 2018
Release: 26 April 2019 worldwide
The Rook (TV Series)
Role: Dr. Andrew Bristol
Start: 19 Jul - 21 Sep 2018 London
Release: 30 June - 18 Aug 2019 STARZ
Role: Captain Drey
Start: 15 June - 02 July 2018 Wales
Release: 02 April 2020 Netherlands
Kevin (Probably) Saves The World: #1.12
Role: English Muffin (voice)
Release: 16 Jan 2018 (ABC)
Homeland Season 07 (TV series)
Role: Thomas Anson
Start: 17 Nov 2017 - 23 Mar 2018
Release: 11 Feb 2018 (SHO)
Das Boot (TV series)
Role: Philip Sinclair
Start: 31 Aug 2017 - 18 Feb 2018
Release: 23 Nov 2018 on SKY (Germany)
Role: Adam Bird
Start: 12 June - 09 July 2017 Vilnius
Release: 25 Sept 2020 Theatres, Digital, On-Demand
Start: 17 May - 08 June 2017
Release: 14 May 2019
Role: Colonel Winnant
Start: 23 May - 02 Sept 2016
Release: May 2017
Chicken/Egg (short film)
Director & Screenwriter
Start: April 2016
Release: Feb 2017 Film Festivals
Enemy of Man
Hoping to shoot at the end of 2019
Shooting: Summer 2019 Belgium
The Last Draw of Jack of Hearts
Role: attached with Josh Hartnett
No Man's Land
Role: attached with Bart Ruspoli directing
Egregor (Also called The Last Egregor)
Role: attached (unconfirmed) with Franziska Petri
Production: 22 March 2017 - Winter 2018 Ukraine
Release: France Ukraine Canada
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27th Dinard British Film Festival on 30 September and 01 October 2016
"Fan, Friends and Flamingoes, how I met James D'Arcy for the 2nd (and 3rd, and 4th) time". By: Adeline
A few months ago (or not even that long), I had been informed that James D’Arcy was going to be a jury member for the British Film Festival of Dinard (a festival I knew nothing about before, shame on me). So I asked around who wanted to go with me and my loyal mother was all in. There we were, then, on the road on a Friday (we both took a day off from work for it, totally worth it) to Bretagne.
Friday. Of course, I knew I had quite a lot of chances of meeting him during the weekend but I surely did not expect it to happen so quickly! We were barely arrived in Dinard and walking by one of the theatres where they were showing the movies for the festival, that my mother stopped, saying she had “a feeling” because there were festival cars near the red carpet. We waited and a woman also passing by asked one of the crew guys what was happening and he replied that the jury members were to come out in ten minutes or so. Ok. Keep calm, breathe in, breathe out, you’re not the same as you were when you first met him two years ago. I had a gift for him and a card I had not written at that moment (I had to write something real quick and, oh my, was it bad!!). The jury members start to come out on the red carpet, nobody is stopping them even if there are some people around. And then a familiar, tall figure with sunglasses appears and is stopped by a woman who wants a pic or an autograph, I can’t tell because I was focused on what I was going to say. Phil Davis (James was always around him each time I saw him, he was his British anchor) was walking before him and he was the one who answered my “hello” even if it wasn’t aimed at him (but he was nice and I felt so bad to go right to James!). I started to tell him I had a gift for him, “a stupid gift” but he smiled it off with a “I love stupid gifts!”. He then looked in the package and exclaimed “Flamingo socks!” (yeah, there were socks with pink flamingoes on them). He looked at me with a big smile that said that he loved the reference to Edwin Jarvis. He genuinely looked like he loved them and that made me feel a little less stressed. I made him sign my copy of Cloud Atlas; I had trouble spelling my name because it’s a very French one and he seemed to get it so I didn’t know what to say (achievement unlocked: hearing him say the first 3 letters of my name ‘A-D-E ‘ in French and a “comme ça” when he was done, so cute!). I then told him that we had met a few years ago in London, for Mojo, he gave it a thought then nodded “I remember, you were shaking!” Yeah, I know, this still haunts me to this day! I then asked for a picture and when he put his hand on my shoulder, he said “we’re friends now”. So, yeah, we are. When we parted, he told me he would wear the socks on the evening, but to this day I don’t know if he had!
And that’s how I met James D’Arcy for the second time.
Saturday. Early start of the day to see one of the movies in competition. After that, we walked around Dinard and found ourselves in front of the hotel where the jury is staying (coincidence? maybe, maybe not). My eagle-eyed mother saw Claude Lellouch (the president of the jury) inside so told me to wait a little. Of course, he went out... and the rest of the jury did to. A few people was around but nobody dared to stop him, so I walked to him to ask for an autograph (for my mother, this time, and he wrote her name without hesitation) and another picture. He had his sunglasses on and, embarrassed but daring, I asked him if he could take them off. He did, but I felt so bad after because the sun was blinding! I let the other people take pictures and autographs and went to Phil Davis (to make up for the day before) to have his autograph too. I then returned to James, who was by himself, and asked him about his short movie, Chicken Egg, to know if we’d have some day a chance to see it. He replied that he could not put it online, the only way to see it would be during a festival. “Maybe next year at Dinard, I’ll have to ask!”. I saw him between two movies during the afternoon but only stared at him while he walked by with the rest of the jury.
Jump to the red carpet of the closing ceremony of the festival. After four hours waiting in the cold, the jury finally arrived. They all seemed to have a great time and happy to be there. James took a selfie with a woman and he may have signed a few autographs, I could not see clearly. The jury went up the red carpet, near where I was, so I, well, yelled “James!” several times until he noticed me and opened his arms, with his face saying “why are you screaming?!”, then he approached me with a huge smile on his face (I can’t remember it but I’ve seen the pics of that moment). I told him I wanted another picture because he looked amazing in his black tuxedo (“you look great!” were the words I said, brave me!). I thanked him, of course, and he replied with a more-than-charming “you’re welcome, darling” which kind of left me in awe. A few seconds later, the woman presenting the people on the red carpet introduced him so my mother (the fangirl!!) and I cheered, and James blew us a kiss. Which concluded this D’Arcy weekend quite perfectly. Of course, I got to see really good movies, so everything was an epic win!
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25. January 2014, Mojo at Harold Pinter Theatre, London
Once upon a time, in pretty rainy ol’ London, was a girl who met Robert Frobisher and Rufus Sixsmith on the same night.
Or best known as ‘DID IT REALLY HAPPEN TO ME??!!!’
First, let me introduce the three characters: Sissi, Nepy, and yours truly. We went to London for what should have been the last representation of Mojo (but hahaha it was not so Sissi and I bought tickets for February the 8th but that’s another story).
We said we were gonna try and see another play or musical during the afternoon but decided against it for various reasons. Instead, we separated and Nepy went to the War Horse stage door while Sissi and I tried the Donmar Warehouse’s to catch a glimpse of Tom Hiddleston. There, we were told that he wasn’t going in this way and didn’t sign anything anyway. We shrugged it off and walked to the Harold Pinter Theatre through Leicester Square. That’s where the first magical thing happened.
Sissi asked me to stop to go to the toilet at McDonald’s (too much detail but this is a turning point of the story) and, even if I had had a coffee a few hours back, I didn’t go, waited by a telephone booth instead, staring at people who were crossing the street nearby. My heart suddenly stopped when my eyes met a familiar blue trench coat. There, a couple of meters from me, Ben Whishaw himself stopped at the crosswalk. I heard a small voice in my head whispering “it’s fate, don’t be shy, go to him” so I went. He was listening to some music so I softly touched his arm and called his name. I apologised a hundred times, at least, and asked for a picture. If he was bothered, he sure didn’t look like it since he was smiling and telling me it was okay the whole time. I told him I was going to the evening show and that I was looking forward to seeing him there. My day was already made at that point. And before you throw a rock at me, I know it’s not cool to bother actors when they’re out but I don’t feel like he was mad at me one bit (but it’s Ben, he never seems mad at anything).
A storm later and an hour spent at the hotel drying our clothes, we went back to Leicester to eat then go to Mojo. I was still amazed by the cast and noticed the few changes made from the preview show I went to, back in November, and it was awesome. The dynamic, the acting, urgh, I love them all so much. During the interval, Sissi and Nepy talked around me as I was staring into the distance, well not exactly the distance; my eyes had been attracted to a tall silhouette and I felt like I knew the guy. “He looks like James but doesn’t seem tall enough,” I said, aware of the impossibility of him being there on that particular night. Hahaha. Silly me. My girls walked around the stalls to check and it was him, actually. James D’Arcy was in the same room as me. I’m pretty sure I had a minor heart attack, the air wouldn’t stay in my lungs and I almost cried. My mind is a tricky one.
It wasn’t easy to follow the second part of the play after that as I was glancing at the back of his head, a few row down, from time to time. But it was good, great, they all deserved their standing ovation by the end.
After curtain calls, everyone left, and we went to the side where James was to leave. He got called by a few people, I was told . I wasn’t feeling good, a little sick even, so I left the theater with Nepy to get some fresh air. I knew he would come out the same door so I waited, my anxiety rising, while trying to gather my thought. Minutes later, the doors opened and, oh my, JAMES D’ARCY HIMSELF APPEARED BEFORE MY EYES. It felt like in a dream, for real. Sissi had told him that one of her friends was too impressed and shy to come to him so she literally asked him to go and meet me. My hands are still shaking thinking about it and his face when he stared at me, with his big smile and bright eyes. I must have made a silly ugly crying face because he looked at me startled and a little embarassed. I told him I was speechless and too impressed to contain myself and he answered “Oh no, I’m not worth it.”
"I’m not worth it."
Like, seriously? IF I CRY FOR YOUR FACE, LET ME TELL YOU THAT YOU’RE WORTH IT. YOU ARE.
He then walked to me, held out his hand. “Hello, I’m James. What’s your name?” Don’t ask me how I survived or even managed to introduce myself. He repeated my name and that was the most beautiful thing in the whole world, let me tell you. His voice is like the finest piece of silk and he was so nice and patient, always smiling, even if I talked non-sense. Even when I told him (apologising for my creepiness) that I loved him (yeah, fuck that, I did tell him) and that he was handsome (I’m not sure he believed me, I don’t think he owns the right mirrors). To stop my verbal diarrhea (“I’m sorry I don’t know how to English”), I gathered all the strenght I had left in me and asked for a hug. “Yeah, sure!”
AND JAMES D’ARCY HUGGED ME.
FOR, LIKE, A WHOLE MINUTE OR SO (which is a lot, let me tell you, under these circumstances).
Don’t ask me how he smells because he was wearing what must have been a new (lovely) coat and there was no smell. But his arms felt good around my shoulders.
I then got the time for a picture (two, actually, with one which wasn’t good), and he was to sign me an autograph when his phone distracted him. “It’s Ben.” Yeah, no need to tell us which Ben, eh? His hands were right in front of my eyes (because I’m short like that) so I got to take a look at the message (didn’t mean to, it just happened) but quit after three words when realising what I was doing. Like, eww, I’m not a creepy stalker, thank you very much. He asked me if it was okay to wait for him to greet Ben and then get back to us by the stage door. Like I could say no. Being put ‘on hold’ for Ben Whishaw is not something awful, hahaha. After that, though, it all got weird because other girls noticed him and were flooding him with. He barely managed to get to the stage door, even if he promised to come back. And I felt bad for him.
We waited for fifteen minutes or so, then a flow of fangirls ran to the other stage door, where Ben’s chauffeur was waiting for him. James, unfortunately, didn’t have a real chance to escape and when Nepy and I got there, he was in the middle of the road surrounded by dozens of - sometimes loud - girls. I kept my distance, having been lucky enough even if I wanted to talk to him some more. I didn’t have the occasion cause when he got fed up with it, he ran away. He literally ran away. He was smiling and didn’t look upset or anything, but I felt so sorry for the poor guy. He was being charming and nice with everyone but it may have been a little too much for him? He did say to Sissi “what did you start?” when he walked to the stage door, playfully, but still, that says a lot about how he was feeling about this all.
I must say I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get to tell him goodbye but, eh, I’ve got nothing to complain about.
And I think that’s all? I’m pretty sure I’m forgetting some details or I kept some for me and myself only haha.
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