David Ansen is one of my favorite movie critics, and he’s written this piece in Newsweek about how much historical presence our current movie stars will have in the grand scheme of things. It’s a totally fun read, and at the end of it he’s surprised himself at who he concluded may leave the longest lasting impression as measured by great films and film performances. I’m a bit surprised, too: I had my money on Pauly Shore.
Reading articles like these makes me wonder what my legacy will be. I mean, overall I think I’ve done some nice things, like helping my friends cheat in Mrs. Bartholome’s 10th grade geometry class, but a piece of me doubts that that will be enough to stamp my presence in the pantheon of great, humanistic icons. I’ve also done some bad things too, but peeing in taxi cabs is hardly enough to really make people remember me past a decade or two. In the end, maybe I’ll have to do something like the guy who died and arranged a viewing of his body engaged in his favorite activity, but it’ll be hard for the funeral home to figure out a way to have have my dead body sit in front of a computer and search for porn. But hey, longevity ain’t free, you know.
In other news, Live 8 concerts happened this past weekend and for us country bumpkins out here in Shanghai, only now can we watch the good stuff in the comfort of our own domiciles. Good to see the Fresh Prince back doing what we actually loved him for, instead of what he thinks we all love him for.
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I think this here says it all about how I’m sure most people feel about what happened in London.
