"You know something...
God can be a real prick sometimes."
Those were the words I wrote over at that Batman-on-film boards. Chastise it all you want... but the phrase "God works in mysterious ways" certainly applies here.
I feel sad, angry, and a little bit sick... even as my wife is rubbing my shoulders right now.
I also wrote:
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"I really could care less about the franchise. I really could right now.
Is it strange... to feel so horrible about someone you hardly even know? I don't think so, but it makes you think.
Life is so short, and we take so much for granted.
He was my age, and I've got some real close connections to him. I admire his works, and I think they'll be studied a long time to come.
We've lost a legend, and it makes me angry and sad.
It's really very hard to speak."
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I believe that someone young can achieve legendary status. I also believe that such status is forever, no matter how fleeting mortality can be. This whole ordeal is reflective of how caught up humanity can be in absolutely nothing--the elections, the Dark Knight buzz, job hunting, and even the gas prices.
Some things just don't matter that much. What an event like this does is bring down a sledgehammer right on your chest. It's not fun, and it makes you realize just how human you are.
I've actually shed tears over this... and I'm not the type to fawn over actors. Not even Christopher Reeve or Steve Irwin.
Perhaps it's the closeness I feel with the Dark Knight franchise? It's a bit more than that.
Maybe it was the comments he made about West Virginia, and the implications about the people who live here. I thought it was funny, and yes, West Virginia is full of bigots and the idiots in charge were stupid for banning a film. The film transcended dumb political and social barriers, anyway.
That's what a movie does. It not only entertains, but it takes social context and precursors... and throws them out of the window.
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I'm not going to be too terribly retrospective, because it hurts to do so.
Someone on the BOF boards posted that "we felt like we knew him," because of his love for the franchise and the character. Maybe. I think each of us needs to look inside of ourselves and remember what's really important.
Family, friends, fun. Life is so short.
I miss you, Heath. I wanted to meet you so badly.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
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