I'm finally going to it today ... to see The Dark Knight.
I've been a bit frightened to see it ever since I found out that Heath died. After I saw the release images of that face - this new and darker Joker - I knew I would want to see the film, and I knew this Joker would become another of those villains that I can't help but lust for ... despite everything they are and everything they do. After seeing previews of the film, post Heaths death, I knew seeing this movie would be hard for me - to know this powerful performance would be the last, his legacy, and there would be no more. It's a very hard thing.
I think I will cry. I think I will watch this film and be blown away, excited and torn apart - and then at the end know this will be the last time that face, that intense recreation of character, will ever be taken around the bend - I think I will then fall apart just a little.
I've had a hard time coming to terms with the fact that such a bright star has been extinguished. I find it difficult to believe he's really gone - that he's not just off in an underground location filming his newest endeavor ... that he's really never coming back.
It's kind of stupid to be so attached to someone you've never known, but I have felt so attached to this Joker since I first saw him reborn ... and Heath is the one who blew this new and exciting life into him, so it only makes sense that I would feel that attachment to the embodiment. I've been waiting for it for so long now, and he's already gone.
It sucks that Heath is gone. And I'm very glad in a sense that everyone will feel it, will really miss him, because of this powerful legacy he's left. These beautiful, growing performances. These wonderful characters.
Wish me luck for tomorrow. Hope quietly for me that I can stay together.
And here we ... go!
I've been a bit frightened to see it ever since I found out that Heath died. After I saw the release images of that face - this new and darker Joker - I knew I would want to see the film, and I knew this Joker would become another of those villains that I can't help but lust for ... despite everything they are and everything they do. After seeing previews of the film, post Heaths death, I knew seeing this movie would be hard for me - to know this powerful performance would be the last, his legacy, and there would be no more. It's a very hard thing.
I think I will cry. I think I will watch this film and be blown away, excited and torn apart - and then at the end know this will be the last time that face, that intense recreation of character, will ever be taken around the bend - I think I will then fall apart just a little.
I've had a hard time coming to terms with the fact that such a bright star has been extinguished. I find it difficult to believe he's really gone - that he's not just off in an underground location filming his newest endeavor ... that he's really never coming back.
It's kind of stupid to be so attached to someone you've never known, but I have felt so attached to this Joker since I first saw him reborn ... and Heath is the one who blew this new and exciting life into him, so it only makes sense that I would feel that attachment to the embodiment. I've been waiting for it for so long now, and he's already gone.
It sucks that Heath is gone. And I'm very glad in a sense that everyone will feel it, will really miss him, because of this powerful legacy he's left. These beautiful, growing performances. These wonderful characters.
Wish me luck for tomorrow. Hope quietly for me that I can stay together.
And here we ... go!
Good luck to my sweet and hopefully dry eyed friend.
Now go have fun!