January 23, 2008
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Startling, unexpected, and extremely sad.As a rule, I generally don't cover mainstream Hollywood news on this silly little blog, but when I awoke this chilly winter morning and wandered aimlessly into the office, I felt the unusual compulsion to unleash a stream of consciousness regarding the death of Australian thespian Heath Ledger. Why, you ask, would someone obsessed with B-movies, lame action flicks, and horrible horror outings care about the death of some young hotshot actor whose films generally do not appeal to him? To be perfectly honest, I wasn't really a fan of Ledger's work until the appearance of Brokeback Mountain on DVD. Only after viewing Ang Lee's touching story of unrequited love did I understand Ledger's ability to command presence, to fold himself neatly into the array of different characters he chose to portray. It's quite depressing, I think, to know that this gifted young actor's talents will no longer have a voice, a vessel in which to carry happiness and enjoyment to the legion of individuals who call themselves fans. The eventual release of Christopher Nolan's The Dark Knight later this year will be bittersweet, a triumphant conclusion to a painfully abrupt yet impossibly strong career. A monumental loss. See ya at the crossroads, Heath.
My heart goes out to those who knew him best.
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