Living now at the far end of the spectrum, I’m noticing more and more names I’ve known and the actors I have enjoyed are now dead, never to return. That seems so final. People who have become famous by being up on the big screen, I somehow expect to always be there, and not only that, but to continue making more movies.
We know the person they were pretending to be. Mr. Smith, when he went to Washington, and Henry Fonda, as he struggled with the other jury members, and Fezzik helping everyone up the cliffs of insanity are all gone. That doesn’t seem fair.
I’m thinking good actors should get a hall pass. Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan should be allowed to stay the age they are, at the height of their success, and never be required to move on.
OK, now that I’ve said that out loud, it sounds a little selfish. Maybe a life of pretending to be someone else isn’t that much fun. You can’t say what you want, you’ve got to follow the script.
Maybe that’s the part
of the big picture I’m missing. Maybe
following the script is the big, overall plan.
We are supposed to lose actors and run out of popcorn. The screen is designed to go dark. I guess I just need to get over it.
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