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I had to write this review for ‘Apocalypse Now’ for class.  I hope you like my observations.

Apocalypse Now

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Francis Ford Coppola’s controversial 1979 psychedelic reverie Apocalypse Now set amidst the horrific jungle of madness – the Vietnam War successfully presents the ‘conflict in every human heart… showing that good does not always triumph.Critics fail to realise that Coppola’s intention was to use the Vietnam War as a backdrop to explore identity and moral corruption. He intended to make ‘a film experience that would give its audience a sense of the horror, the madness, the sensuousness, and the moral dilemma… I wanted to go further, to the moral issues that are behind all wars’ (Hagen 1993, p230) and he has. Apocalypse Now is a surreal nightmare, delving into the hearts of morally conflicted men, a psychotic overload to the senses with a provocative anti-establishmentarian undertone.

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Apocalypse Now begins with an extraordinary juxtaposition, a cinematographically rich montage of explosives and iconic imagery representing the war in Vietnam. A stunning visual cataclysm superimposed over Captain Willard (Martin Sheen) conveying a man at war within himself. Kauffman argues that ‘the film falls short of what it might have been’ (Kauffmann, 2001) because of casting choices. Coppola’s first Willard was to be played by Harvey Keitel but after a few weeks of shooting, Coppola was ‘disappointed by Keitel’s characterisation of Willard, because ‘he found it difficult to play him as a passive onlooker.’ (Kauffmann, 2001)’ Even after firing Keitel and hiring Sheen to play Willard, critics still argue that Coppola’s lead character (Sheen) had a performance that was ‘pallid and flat’. (Kauffmann, 2001) This is a statement hardly credible after witnessing the convincing opening sequence of the film where Willard (Sheen) is a man lost, consumed by darkness and severely intoxicated.

Coppola uses soundtrack brilliantly thought-out the film and here ‘The End’ by The Doors provides and ethereal dark poetic soundscape as Willard drowns himself with alcohol, establishing him as a heavily conflicted character and hinting at the films impending descent into the surreal. ‘Kinder analyses the scene to show its importance in defining important structural elements for the whole film: the subjective point of view, a surrealistic or dream-like war, a dispassionate voice-over narration, a mad ritual of violence, and simultaneous layers of experience that tend to dissolve into obsessive images of heads, helicopters, fire and smoke.’ (Hagen, 1997, p. 233)

After this chaotic scene Willard is visited by two soldiers who escort him to a meeting with General Corman. Willard is played a voice recording of Walter E Kurtz (Marlon Brandon) an officer with a brilliant career who was to be arrested for murder. Willard is assigned a top secret mission to travel up the Do Lung River to Cambodia to assassinate Kurtz. Willard is mesmerised by the voice of Kurtz on the tape, ‘I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That’s my dream. That’s my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor, and surviving.’ Willard’s voice over reveals an increasing fascination with Kurtz and this builds tension as it becomes obvious that he is starting to understand and admire him and will be reluctant to complete his mission.

Willard now finds himself aboard The Chief’s (Albert Hall) boat a Navy PBR with a crew of several vital characters who greatly enrich the story of life on the boat, each vividly representing a different stereotype. ‘The crew was mostly just kids, rock and rollers with one foot in their graves’, Jay ‘Chef’ Hicks (Frederic Forrest) a man wrapped to tight for Vietnam, Lance B. Johnson (Sam Bottoms) a famous surfer from the beaches of southern LA and Tyrone ‘Clean, Mr Clean’ Miller (Lawrence Fishburne) a seventeen year old from some ‘South Bronx shithole’. These characters contribute greatly to the success of the film as most of the film is seen through the eyes of Willard and is mostly internal monologue developed though the voice-over.

Hagen Suggests ‘Satirical elements often sit uneasily with the realistic ones due to Coppola’s anti-documentary intent’ ( Hagen, 1993) and this is evident in the Kilgore sequence, as the crew arrives on a beach, with the sound of B-52 strikes in the distance, the sky an orange hazy blur and from the beach the distinct sound of chaos. Willard and the crew disembark and find themselves faced by a legion of fanatical film journalists one of whom is played by Coppola himself, urging them not to look at the cameras and to continue as normal.

Amidst the chaotic scene the infamous Colonel Kilgore (Robert Duvall) descends from a roiling black mess of clouds in a helicopter with ‘Death From Above’ emblazoned in red on its nose. Kilgore a man in his element then prances about the carnage with a deck of cards almost gleefully dealing them to corpses, acting gallantly toward a Viet Cong holding his guts in with a ‘pot lid’ until he notices Lance Johnson and anything remotely warlike is forgotten as the conversation turns to surfing. A cow is airlifted from the scene and a priest is giving a holy communion are images that convey the surreal nature of the experience.

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After discussing the mission, Kilgore is to escort the crew to Do Lung Delta. Coppola and crew have quite possibly orchestrated one of the most magnificent cinematographic moments in film history. Helicopters in perfect formation resembling a lethal swarm, descend upon what seems to be an innocent village – school children dressed in white, farmers and peasants going about their lives, all to the sounds of Wagner’s ‘Ride Of The Valkyries’ as their village is annihilated by the Americans. This is followed shortly after with Kilgore crouched on the beach and the memorable exclamation “You smell that? Do you smell that? Napalm, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that. I love the smell of napalm in the morning… Smelled like – victory.’ He then laments ‘Someday this war is gonna end’ Coppola has given us insight in to the mentality of the warmonger.

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Apart from the stunning cinematography and an intensely deep screenplay, the film as Kauffman suggests ‘falls short of what it might have been’ (Kauffman, 2001, p.23). Kauffman thought this largely due to the casting of Martin Sheen and Marlon Brando both of whom he felt were disappointing, but in retrospect it may have been the restraints and pressures put upon Coppola to finish the movie. His film was an incredible fifteen million dollars over budget and he had even mortgaged his own personal property as a guarantee to the films distribution company United Artists, so he could complete the film.

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Despite what some critics say about Apocalypse Now, if Coppola had the available time to fully realise his film it would have been undoubtedly a masterpiece. The film presented is visually stunning and extremely thought provoking, perhaps had it been released in a society where people could see beyond the Vietnam facade, they would see the underlying story of moral corruption in humanity.

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First of all, you are probably wondering what on earth the title of my blog today actually means. Well, Grasshopper you seem to have found me on a generous information sharing day. Whilst reading one of the many Japanese history books I have assigned myself lately I came across this beautiful sentiment.

Mono no aware

It is a Japanese expression which is usually expressed through symbolism of nature (like a haiku), it represents a view that life is beautiful but ephemeral. It translates literally as ‘the sadness of things’1

I don’t know about you, but I rather like a perpetual state of melancholia, so that screamed out to me.

I’ve noticed that I am a really slack blogger.  Especially when I said to myself this time last year ‘ooo I should do BEDA’ which as you can notice I haven’t.  I apologise.

I have been reading an awful lot this last couple of weeks.    See below.

The Secret Garden

One of my favourite parts from The Secret Garden, this excerpt just paints a vivid image of my Secret Garden.  It’s divine.  This excerpt gives me hope.  I think it also fits with my ‘Mono no aware’ theme.

I think It has been left alone so long – that it has grown all into a lovely tangle.  I think the roses have climbed and climbed until they hang from the branches and walls and creep over the ground – almost like a strange grey mist.  Some of them have died, but many – are alive, and when the summer comes there will be curtains and fountains of roses.  I think the ground is full of daffodils and snowdrops and lilies and iris working their way out of the dark.  Now the spring has begun – perhaps – perhaps – perhaps –‘

‘Perhaps they are coming up through the grass – perhaps there are clusters of purple crocuses and gold ones – even now.  Perhaps the leaves are beginning to break out and uncurl – and perhaps – the greay is changing and a green gauze veil is creeping – and creeping over – everything.  And the birds are coming to look at it – because it is – so safe and still.  And perhaps – perhaps – perhaps –‘ … ‘the robin has found a mate – and is building a nest.’2

I’d never read The Secret Garden before, but I had watched this version of the film at least a million times in my life and absolutely adored the story.  So it was funny reading it thinking Dickon was going to die.  Every page I was thinking ‘Oh no, it must be soon’, because Dickon was my favourite.  (In the movie he died and Mary and Colin fell in love.)  So much to my happiness, Dickon does not die.  Mary and Colin do not make out when the ending credits begin to roll.  Talk about a much more satisfying ending.

All in all it was rather nostalgic and inspiring and filled with joy and sentiment and overcoming issues, which I did adore.

The Lightning Thief The Sea of Monsters The Titan's Curse

The Battle of the LabyrinthPercy Jackson and the Last Olympian

Now This series (pictured above) was also extremely satisfying.  I’ve always loved and been fascinated by Greek Mythology.  Way back in the day, I think my primary school days to be precise, my mother gave me a book.  A book that she bought from the school book club when she was a child.  It was an Encyclopaedia of Greek Gods, Demigods and Demons.  I used to flip through it all the time reading about all the different heroes and Gods.

I thought the idea of having more than one god was awesome.  I thought it was Christianity was rather boring with just the ONE god and then Satan.  But Greek Mythology was so much cooler because there was a trillion Gods to choose from.  I remember pretending the Greek Gods were real and praying to Athena to help me pass a maths test.

So for this series of books to exist – blows my inner-child’s mind.  For an adventure series written in a post Harry Potter world this book is all kinds of awesome (once I got past the whole eww as if Olympus is at the top of the Empire State building and my aversion to all things where Americans always saving the day and being the hero i.e. Independence Day, Deep Impact, Armageddon, the list just goes on and on).

I always loved the story of Hades and Persephone. I like Rick Riordan’s spin on it.  I always imagined it differently.  Maybe I’ll write it down in length one day (taking consideration of ‘Mono no aware’).

If you have a little boy, who can not bring himself to read anything who wont read Harry Potter, get him this series.  It’s got swords and monsters and battles and puzzles and and and… everything a little boy could ever want to imagine.

The writing is sometimes very clunky but it works because you have to remind yourself that it’s Percy’s point of view and he is 13 and his descriptions of things will be very 13 year old boy-like, so it works.  And fabulously.

There is a movie adaptation of the first book, but I do not recommend seeing it ever.  Talk about TERRIBLE.  I liked it for the first 20mins and then it was just spoiled.  Destroyed.  Crap.

Across the Nightingale Floor 'The Sword of The Warrior'
Episode One of the Tales of the Otori: Across the Nightingale Floor. This was really interesting, but there isn’t much I can say about how it goes.  But I promise when I finish the series I’ll fill in all the gaps.  I can say this though, after reading this I was inspired to make my main historical study this year on Japanese history, well and because I have a massive crush on everything Japanese at the moment it would seem.  I’m even considering a Haiku challenge.  Maybe a Haiku every day type thing.  I’ll keep you posted.  Or not, we’ll see how my work load increases.

Shiver

Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater, what can I even say.  I cried. Profusely.  I tweeted her and she offered me a tissue.  See. (Below)  I have just started reading Linger and I really don’t know if I have to gumption just now to persist.  I feel like it’s doomed.  I’m thinking Shakespearian tragedy type damnation.  Which also fits nicely with my ‘Mono no aware’ theme.  Sometimes it’s all just too much, especially when it mirrors your view on the real world.

Maggie Stiefvater

Some questions I put forth to you, the reader.

1. What gives you hope?

2. What inspires you?

3. What makes you think of ‘Mono no aware’?


I’m hungry now.

Until next time lovelies.

Live Long and Prosper.

1. Henshall, Kenneth 2004, A History Of Japan From Stone Age to Superpower, Palgrave Macmillan, New York

2. Hodgson Burnett, Frances, 1911 (this edition 2008), The Secret Garden, Puffin, UK

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First of all if you haven’t watched this yet.  Do it.  I was so excited I cried a little. 

 

I only read two books in June.  I don’t know about you but this literally devastates me.  Although this despicable effort does have a great reason behind it,  I banned myself from any leisurely reading until all my final essays and assignments had been written and handed in.  I did cut it quite close, my final essay was finished around lunch time on the first marking day and luckily my teacher let me email it to her.  That could have been a disaster.  I did get reasonably good marks for it too, so I can’t complain there.

Admin at the campus said all of our results would be mailed to us during student vacation.  It is now week two and I have not received anything yet… I am waiting very patiently.  Maybe I should check online…

Ok I did.  Results aren’t bad either.  Even the subjects that I didn’t really apply myself are reasonably scored, both are over 70% so that my dear = CREDIT!.  I am really impressed with my statistics score – 93%, people.  That is pretty darn schweet considering I practically failed maths in high-school.  90% in literature (I promise I will pick up my game next semester, field of choice) and I am a smidge disappointed in my LALS score, as I really worked my butt off – 87% so I’m really going to have to impress that teacher next term.  But I suppose 87% is a good mark because she marks REALLY REALLY HARD! I need other peoples scores to compare myself.  I need a RANK!

My Eclipse Review

So one of my first things to do these holidays was to see Eclipse.  Don’t you dare judge me.  It was reasonable except for every scene being an EXTREME CLOSE UP!!  It almost made me puke.  Oh and the corny factor, cliché to the MAX! While watching, it brought up those intense feelings of wanting to smack down with Stephenie Meyer.  Ok so it’s a well known fact that the Twilight Saga is horrendous literature, poorly written and so on and so forth, right? Yes. Then later on while watching this… picture below (don’t judge me here either) 

Anyway I give 15 points to Taylor Lautner for stating the obvious ‘I’m hotter than you’ HA F*@#ing HA.  Other than that it was as cheesy and terrible as you’d expect, there were some fun action scenes, nothing amazing.  The wolves were hot, Emmet was hot and Edward was moody not worth drooling over.

It occurred to me, the literary injustice of it all.  Stephenie Meyer, instead of going down the path to greatness she stumbled on the sugar-coated, gooey caramel stuff, where everyone lives happily ever after.  As it is so wonderfully pointed out in Dawson’s Creek, the purpose of a love triangle is, that for every amount of happiness there are equal amounts of pain.  In my opinion Twilight could have been more ‘epic’ had she not taken the weak road. 
Instead of inventing some bogus character for Jacob to imprint on, she should have killed him or left him wallowing for all eternity or something remotely interesting . 

Good stories don’t have happily pukefest ever afters (except Harry Potter, but there was lots of pain and death so it deserved a light at the end of the tunnel) Scarlett does not live happily ever after with Rhett = great fiction, Heathcliff doesn’t really get Cathy = great fiction, Romeo and Juliet do not live happily ever after, Jack and Rose do not survive Titanic together, Gilbert Grapes mum dies! Dumbledore dies!, Dawson and Joey do not end up together (thank god).  You get the point right?  Jacob is the pain – he shouldn’t get such a cop out weakly written crap ending.  Did she run out of ideas or something?  Garrrrrr, I cannot keep going, I will get punchy!

Anyway so I’ve been working on my top secret crochet project which is a present for a baby that isn’t born (jess if you read this DON’T TELL ANYONE!!)
For people interested in crocheting the colours I’ve chosen (pictured below) are Panda Magnum Soft 8 Ply (they feel luscious to touch), colour numbers are blue-4603, green–1385, red–9275, orange-4422 and white-4600.

So far I’ve only completed two sets of squares and have started the third.  See.

If you want to make a blankie of your own Pip from Meet Me At Mikes has some pretty good tutorials.

Or you could check out these super colourful ones from Lucy at Attic24

I love these ladies.

 

 

Last night I picked this back up. 

I don’t really know if I like it, but it’s quite interesting.  Good arguments too.  Tell you when I’m finished. 

 

Pieces of today…

Gnarly Clouds of Doom!

Poisonous Delights

Charlie McDonnell has a new song about Monkeys

Finn wanted to be included, whilst I was outside taking pictures.  Yay, heart him everyone.  We love him.  Well I do.

 

June Book Wrap Up (late much and pathetic)

Radiant ShadowsDead in the Family
 

Books Read in June: 2
Authors Read in May: 2
Radiant Shadows – Melissa Marr
Dead In The Family – Charlaine Harris
Total Number of Pages in May: 651

Now I am going to go do stuff. 

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This guy for some unknown reason by me, tweeted (because you’re clearly not cool unless you tweet these days) the rhetorical question ‘would you kill a kitten to save the world?’

I don’t know about you, but that question got me thinking.   Not only about the killing of a kitten but of the repercussions of killing said kitten.

If I killed a kitten to save the world – how long do you think it would take until I became this villainised cretin that murdered the cute little defenceless creature to save 6 billion or so people I don’t even know?

Those 6 billion people would then become the most ungrateful, unappreciative jerk bags on the planet wouldn’t they?

So maybe the kitten and I would be selfish save ourselves and leave everyone else behind.

Then I end up in the same situation.  I.  Am.  The.  Villain.

God.  I really empathise with Hamlets soliloquy when faced with the question of killing the kitten or not.

To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

I hear you. 

I feel emotionally drained now. 

Until we meet again.

Wait.

This. Makes. Me. So. Happy. I Burst.

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So little time, to do absolutely anything at the moment.  I forgot how hardcore full time study is.  I’m starting to freak out and lose motivation.

I miss my alone time, I’m finding it hard dealing with the fact that I am surrounded by people EVERY day.  I want an alone day, so I can read and clean and potter around the yard in my PJs like a slob.

The closer winter gets the more I stop looking forward to getting out of bed in the morning.  I’m going to miss my wintery sleep ins.

So many assignments, I don’t know if I up to date with them all.

Anyway here is some sharing.

I had to write a review a couple of weeks back, for a film I watched in class.  The film is Ten Canoes.  The review will be underneath.

Ten Canoes, a film made in 2006 directed by (Netherlands born Australian) Rolf de Heer, is a film quite different from any other indigenous film as it does not portray aboriginals as victims of European invasion. Instead the film positively explores their culture and relationship to the land, with skilled storytelling and stunning cinematography. Considering the epic task presented, the film makers have successfully presented a film about aboriginal life and culture.

The film Ten Canoes is presented entirely in the native language of the Yolngu people, which naturally would seem a daunting task for any film maker not familiar with this language. However, the film makers of Ten Canoes have approached the language barrier with consideration to a predominantly western audience by using humour as a bridge between cultures. The film makers use colloquialisms such a ‘fart’ and ‘dick’ and have a stereotypical fat man who is addicted to honey. These two examples show that even an entirely different culture is not completely alien at all and that we can both laugh at the similar things.

The cinematography presents an endless and stunning visual backdrop for the nostalgic and humorous narration by veteran Australian actor David Gulpilil. He truly draws us in to a story of his culture and past which really does seem endless. This culture with is distinctive values and customs has lasted since the dream time and the narration of Gulpilil triumphantly establishes its continuity and survival in face of all the obstacles thrown at it.

Another vital factor in the success of the Ten Canoes is the soundscape. Not only have the film makers executed the capture of environmental sounds; they have expertly given the film a real and vibrant living texture. The use of music is eerily haunting and captures the mood surrounding the death of Ridjimiraril with a dignified intensity.

Some major themes in the screenplay are the cycle of life, the continuity of Aboriginal Culture and the need to follow the law. The film makers reach the audience on a spiritual level, referring to dream time belief. This is summed up perfectly in the following excerpts.

“I was looking like a little fish in my waterhole, then my father come near my waterhole. I ask him for my mother, I wanted to be born. My father pointed to one of his wives – that’s your mother he told me. I waited until the right time then I went, just like that, right into her vagina. Then my father had a dream. That dream made him know she had a little one inside her. The little one was me.

“When I die I will go back to my waterhole. I’ll be waiting there like a little fish waiting to be born again. You didn’t know all that did you?”

The actor Crusoe Kurddal’s (Ridjimiraril) performance, in conjunction with David Gulpilil’s narration during this intensely moving scene, is quite extraordinary. For me, this was a most deeply satisfying and poignant moment in the film due to the fact, that regardless of time and culture, we are all human and destined to die. We are all people. Different but the same.

The collaborative effort of Rolf de Heer and the people of Ramingining has successfully created a beautiful film. Then main tenet of the film is a simple story about ten men making traditional bark canoes to go out to the swamp to hunt gumang (magpie-goose eggs). However there is a subtly complex, rich moral tale of aboriginal culture and law amidst a convoluted plot filled with wrong love, jealousy, murder, payback and too many wives.

Since the film’s release it has brought laughter and joy to the community of Ramingining, filling them with pride.

That story is never finished that Ten Canoes story, it goes on forever because it is a true story of our people, it is the heart of the land and people and nature.’David Gulpilil

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So a few years ago, I read the classic romance Wuthering Heights, so naturally I loved every little tragic moment of it all.

Recently ABC had a 2 part mini-series which I missed, (Sadface) but with many thanks to iView I managed to watch it this week.  I can tell you I sat there and wept like a tormented little soul for most of it.  It was perfect.  What a beautifully made book to film adaptation.

It was this one in case you were wondering.

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And then after you watch it I suggest listening to the original Kate Bush song of the same name ‘Wuthering Heights’ or this nice little cover by Josh Pyke.

Then go out side and look at the flowers and the sky and feel everything you can.  Weep if you must.

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Thursday already. 

It seems everyone is blogging about Tim Burton’s Alice In Wonderland, and like everyone else I am dying to see it!!!  It will be so morbidly delightful.  Suppose the waiting till 2010 will just make it all the more ‘muchly anticipated’.  Only if I could find something on YouTube that wasn’t fan made.   Oh well, to the waiting game!!!

While looking for sneaky peaks on YouTube I did however find a delightfully funny little clip ripping on Twilight.

Speaking of Twilight.  That poor guy Robert Pattinson, poor guy as in the sense he’s being mobbed by a bunch of raving lunatics who think he is Edward Cullen, the Vampire.  (Look at this you made him get hit by a cab)  Girls he’s just some good looking lad named Robert who pretended to be Edward.  Let’s give him a break, we don’t want him to stress out and go into hiding like that Susan Boyle chick do we?  No, we don’t.  We want him to keep making movies, because he’s a good actor, we want to see that he’s got more in his pockets than just Edward Cullen. 

I think it’s sad that there are girls hurling themselves at the guy.  I know if I were him and there were screaming banshees hurling themselves at me all day and asking for kisses and hugs and photo’s and things only Rob can know of, I would go home and laugh myself to death at the pathetic desperateness of you all!!

I think a lot of people must forget that celebrities are people too.  Why can’t we enjoy their music or acting without the freaky over the top hero worship?  Ok, I understand a couple of posters on the wall and a desktop background and having all the DVD’s or whatever.  But mobbing people on the street?  What is that?  The poor guy has to deal with lunatics with cameras following him around trying to capture something cutting edge like him blowing his nose on his sleeve or something else so completely ridiculous.

I don’t think people understand how stressful being followed by people with cameras is.  Speaking from experience I may have only been followed by one freak with a camera and put on page three of the local rag for something I don’t particularly wish to discuss in cyber land, but it was scary. 
They don’t just follow you, if your lucky enough to escape them they follow the people you were with.  Your mum, your dad, your family or friends, hoping to catch something.  In Rob’s case something to sell a magazine or whatever media they use to make money.  Then adding to that stress a horde of screaming girls and women just wanting to touch him for some stupid celebrity crush.

Put yourself in his place, except let’s just say you aren’t famous and you’re just a person.  A person with feelings.  Let’s say you’re just trying to buy coffee and bizarre, creepy men with lusty desire in their eyes surround you and just want to touch you, and perhaps ‘never wash that hand again’ are you ok with that?  Do you welcome the unwanted touching, following, creepiness of it all?

Is it because they are celebrity we assume to know them?  Is that why we want to stalk them and touch them and sell things from their garbage bins on EBay to fanatics? 

WE DON’T KNOW CELEBRITIES AS PEOPLE.

We know celebrities as a persona, that’s who we stalk and worship.  We don’t fall in love with actors or musicians we fall in love with how they make us feel.

For example; when you watch the Notebook, you aren’t crying because you are in love with Ryan Gosling or Rachael McAdams.  You cry because of the series of events which happen in their characters lives and how as actors they emote the love, pain, fear, sadness or happiness or whatever emotion it is they are feeling.  Good acting makes you take a little bit of that on and you feel it too.  That’s why we make films or write books to share a little bit of what we feel with everyone else. 

Our emotions, what we feel is what makes us human.  I think we forget this.  These people we put on pedestals, make them godlike are only human, they can fall.  When they do fall, there will be twice as many camera men and twice as many magazine covers with life shattering statements.  This seems hardly fair.  We get so much more from celebrities than they could ever possibly get from us.  So undeserving, building them up so high only to watch them fall. 

People make mistakes, we are not perfect.  

Remember this guy?  He has a point.  I don’t know if I’m as passionate.

And because I can, Seth Green.

This blog went in a completely different direction than I expected, so yay, go me.  Hope someone enjoyed the incoherent babble for a little while.

Ciao!

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