Jun 26, 2009 09:33
When I heard yesterday that Farrah Fawcett died, before marrying Ryan O'Neal like she wanted, I thought it kinda sad, but her heyday was before I was born, much less in this American culture. I didn't have much emotional connection, just some romantic-sentimental fluff on the edge of my thoughts about the circumstances - cancer isn't nearly so deadly anymore in most cases.
But Michael Jackson - he was King in my impressionable pre-teen years. He was an idol, and by the time he became Wacko-Jacko I was onto a different music scene and his image didn't tarnish as much as it could have. In fact, I was looking forward to his comeback, if he really was going back to his pop brilliance and innovation. And it's gone, his chance for re-birth, our chance of witnessing something great. From early reports it seems like he may have trained too hard, took on too much after years of treating his body like a temple. Of a freak cult, perhaps. It's almost like a child dying - promise unfulfilled.
On a sort of related note, we saw Up yesterday. I have to say it was unusually heavy for a cartoon for me - too many adult themes, especially at the beginning, but the end picked them up. I go to the movies for escapism mostly, and while it was very good, I can't say that I'd want to see it again.
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