Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Heath Ledger

Face down,
face up,
in bed,
on the floor,
a "bottle of pills on the nightstand",
"sleeping pills strewn about the room",

blah blah blah.

The rumors and semantics of it all abound, but one fact remains constant: Heath Ledger is dead. There's a great shot of his body being wheeled out of the building (great in the sense that it shows how ghoulish we are as a culture--hundreds of people gathered to see the body bag get carted out on the stretcher).

Overheard in biology lab tonight: "Hey, did you hear that gay guy died? The one from the cowboy movie?" (Yeah, this is the level of intelligence I'm studying with.)

A great quote from Ledger: “People always feel compelled to sum you up, to presume that they have you and describe you,” Mr. Ledger told The New York Times in an interview last year. “But there are many stories inside of me and a lot I want to achieve outside of one flat note.”

Considering most 28 year olds I know are still reaching to achieve "one flat note", I'd say he was successful. Great movies, a beautiful daughter, too bad his life was cut as short as it was; he was on his way to a symphony.

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