[[AGGRESSIVELY HURLS LAPTOP OUT THE WINDOW]]
Although Paul Walker was not a favorite actor of mine, I am well aware of him and have enjoyed watching him in his movies over the past decade. It is so shocking to learn of his untimely, tragic death yesterday that it just gives me pause to consider a few things about life.
I posted this comment at Awards Watch this morning in response to my belief that Paul and his friend Roger died immediately.
The coroner will confirm this but I’m 99% sure that they died instantly. Look at the tree, it’s not even bent. They hit it at high impact and the car just exploded. The impact itself knocked them unconscious or killed them outright, and then the fire. They will most likely be cremated by family.
I also want to take a moment to mention how these celebrity deaths affect some of us. We look to some entertainers as people with the talent to bring us joy and a form of escapism when we watch their films. And with Paul Walker, the Fast and Furious film are pure escapism and fun to watch. We look at some of these actors as people we’d like to know in real life, especially if they are good and decent people like Paul was. You never saw him in the gossip rags, he wasn’t seen drunk, doing drugs, being a diva, or rude to people. He was an honest to good dude who also was beautiful too. He wasn’t a favorite actor, he wasn’t even on my radar, but I knew about him and seen his movies. It’s just the suddenness of his death, and the horror of his death that hurts and reminds me that none of us are guaranteed to be here two hours from now or tomorrow. We can die at any minute.
Paul Walker had wonderful 40 years on this planet and leaves a daughter behind.
Rest in peace Paul.
James McAvoy on Michael Fassbender as Edwin Epps in “12 Years a Slave”
I’m trying to get to the bottom of why my friend, someone I know and love, put terror in me. Perhaps the answer is obvious: He plays a bad man during a time in history where a person was deemed inferior due to the color of their skin.
The inferiority was often felt through slavery, where these people would be tortured, humiliated and punished among many other atrocities. It is a terrifying truth that this happened in the past and continues to happen today in differing circumstances on our planet.
So why did Michael Fassbender terrify me so much?
I think it’s because when I watch his unflinching work in this film, I not only believe in his hatred of those he enslaves (perhaps even of himself and his own family) but I also believe that anything could happen. Many actors can portray “darkness” and there is no doubt he has done that with great skill. But with Michael’s performance in “12 Years a Slave” he does something that few actors are able to pull off — he makes us believe at all times while he is on screen that anything could happen, that we the audience are not safe to trust that our hero will prevail.
History has taught us that anything could happen to this slave, but Michael’s performance makes us understand the helplessness felt in the face of such animal irrationality in that place and time.
Unpredictable, irrational, ruled by his instincts and possibly entirely by his fears, Michael’s performance as the slave-owning Epps terrifies me. Not just because he’s good at “playing dark” but because it suggests to me that the animal within is never far away and that it will constantly be on the lookout for a society in which to nest.