So Heath Ledger is dead and that makes watching the new Batman movie eerie, morose yet exciting in a sick way. All I was thinking as I watched this ridiculously good performance was "This man drove himself crazy to truly fit himself into this role."
And it made me start thinking... how thick is the line between depressed and insane? How quickly can our mind drive us to make irreversible decisions?
The movie was fantastic. But the cost of it was the life of a talented actor. Many writers, artists, musicians, and overall artistic geniuses are what some people call eccentric, and to some, this eccentricity drove them to their death. When I was in my preteen years I truly believed that in order to become an amazing writer I was going to have to start seeing a shrink.
Overall, a great movie, that I hadn't seen before because I didn't feel like waiting in line too much. I waited 'til a lot of the fuss had died down. It was my brother's fourth time seeing it.
"How come this movie keeps being awesome?" he asked, when the credits rolled in.
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