So the first month of the year is barely halfway finished, and we’ve had a major plagiarism scandal, more major floods here in England, the death of a beloved TV star (Suzanne Pleshette), and the deaths of two talented young actors. I am stunned.
I was going to do a book review today, but I was too busy watching all the coverage last night to read. How sad. The hubs and I were really excited about Dark Knight; we still are, but this is going to make the experience very different.
Not to mention the total creepiness of the fact that I bogged about celebrity deaths and book character deaths yesterday at the League.
So I actually don’t have much to say today. It’s just sad. I’ve honestly only seen one Heath Ledger film (10 Things I Hate About You, which I believe my best friend loaned me along with a few other movies once when I had a horrible toothache. It was okay, I think. Certainly not as bad as one of the other films, which was American Pie, which I thought was absolute crap. Perhaps my toothache kept me from seeing the humor in it, but I’ve never been a fan of grossout humor. Anyway.)
I didn’t intend to blog about a subject already being covered everywhere, but the day has gotten away from me so I’m still not done reading the book I was going to review, and I’m kind of zonked with all the heavy coverage everywhere anyway.
I will say this, though. It really bothers me when there is a death and everyone immediately assumes it was related to drug addiction. Especially in this case when it’s beginning to look like a tragic accident. Everyone has to one-up each other and be more cynical and snarky than everyone else. It’s depressing. Perhaps that’s what’s bothering me so much about this–it’s tragic that a talented young father lost his life, but it’s even worse when vultures start swooping in and saying he deserved it because he was a junkie or “everyone knew this was coming” or whatever. You don’t have to care. Heck, if it weren’t for the Dark Knight I probably wouldn’t care that much either, because like I said I’m not terrifically familiar with the man or his work. But it bothers me to see the gleeful schadenfreude spreading like rancid cooking oil all over the internet.
And that’s it. I may blog tomorrow, but if not I’ll be back on Friday with some cheerful things to say, I promise.