Wednesday 16 May 2012

'Crane Legs' by Berit Ellingsen

The actor is tall and lean, his eyes the blue of purity. His dark
eyelashes reach farther than the hair on his head.

But his legs are his best feature. They’re long and thin. In
firefights he hunches over, ready to do violence. Then his legs look
like crane legs, bending the wrong way.

Once, they are almost crushed by an oncoming car. He jumps up on the
vehicle behind him and lifts his legs to freedom. The impact folds the
steel into a bird.

Does he always do his own stunts? His two previous series were
cancelled in the first season. He’s thirty-five and graying.

In the season finale he’s framed by enemies and must flee from law
enforcer colleagues. He leaps up on tropical roofs while howling
monkey men point-and-shoot at him.

The crane legs bend-bend-bend and drum over sun-warm tiles, cut like a
laser through the camera, across the ocean and into my eyes. I squawk.

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