I cannot help but feel horror at the awkward-but-not-at-all ironic death of Paul Walker in a car crash. I want to look past the headline into the human tragedy behind it, but its so completely eclipsed by the difficulty of accepting that this isnt some terrible joke. How can anyone ever watch one of those movies again without the specter of his fiery death forefront on their mind? How can the cultural momentum of those movies possibly dissipate with this one very real event, and not carry back over and into the realm of myth? Its like the entire country is watching the end of The Deer Hunter on national TV, except its a real gun, and those are real brains, and that spurting blood is being pumped by a real dying heart, and somehow it still already feels kind of like an urban legend?
Posted on: Sun, 01 Dec 2013 10:15:38 +0000
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