I have an important announcement to make: Tomorrow, April 20th, is Alan Rickman Appreciation Day.
Alan Rickman is an English actor most well known for his role as Professor Severus Snape in the Harry Potter films. You can read more about him on his Wikipedia page here.
For those of you wondering, no, this isn’t technically an official holiday, but in my own biased opinion, it should be. Alan Rickman Appreciation Day began a year ago tomorrow, when I decided to surprise my younger sister Stephanie at college with a chocolate cake. (If you’re confused, just bear with me. All will become clear soon. Or possibly more confusing, as I’m not entirely sure I can put my sister and I’s appreciation for Alan Rickman into words.)
There was no special occasion or reason for bringing the chocolate cake, only that she had mentioned it to me in passing how she had been craving it, so like a good sister, I obliged. It was was fun visit, naturally full of much giggling and hugging and of course, eating chocolate cake. However, there was one thing I hadn’t planned on happening before going to visit: the night before, I had watched the 2007 film, Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street for the first time.
I watched the movie because I am a sometimes rabid Johnny Depp fan, and one of my friends had told me I simply had to watch it. So I did. The thing I didn’t know, however, was the fact that Alan Rickman was also in the movie. And he. was. singing.
Now the thing you need to know about Alan Rickman is that the only thing more famous than himself is his voice. That beautiful, deep, soothing and slightly unsettling baritone voice is the object of adoration to millions of women all over the world. And being such, I was not prepared to suddenly and with out warning hear it singing. I actually had to pause the film and collect my thoughts because I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that Alan Rickman, who in my mind was fixed as Professor Snape, was singing. Once I had accepted this fact, I was able to watch the rest of the film without any further mental breakdowns.
Taking into consideration the massive emotional shock I had undergone the night before, I immediately inflicted the same shock on my sister, who is also a huge Harry Potter fan (and a particular fan of Snape). Her reaction was much the same as mine, though probably more exaggerated since I was there and we could jump around the room screaming and covering our faces to peek through our fingers at the screen. (we do enjoy being fangirls). You can watch the clip we viewed here.
We then spent the rest of the visit contemplating the sexiness of Alan Rickman’s voice. Thus, our strange fascination with the man and his voice was born, and a new holiday began.
So please everyone, join in the celebration of Alan Rickman by popping in your favorite Alan movie (be it Harry Potter, Robin Hood, Die Hard, Sense & Sensibility or another), sit back, and enjoy the awesomeness. Eat cake. Be happy. Thank you.
(P.S. Thank you, dear readers for putting up with my brief bouts of fangirl craziness. I like to think it’s part of my charm.)