The Dark Knight The Batusi Returns - Tales Of The Dark Knight

[slicendice]

never played wow.

I downloaded the 14 day trial once....spent about ten minutes on it then got bored.

and thats my WoW story

 

[Reek]

atleast the hype has slowed down, yesterday was unreal

 

[Rocker22]

Well a side note that I forgot to bring up earlier...my local radio station on their morning show this morning were talking about Cloverfield and they end up getting to say alright we are gonna play the end credits in reverse here it is and instead of it being what it really is it was "I killed Heath Ledger" multiply times. They are usually pretty funny but this was pretty messed up. Then they went into Ledger more. About how it if it is OD they couldn't really feel sorry for him because he is a celebrity and doesn't have it rough.

I was pretty upset.

 

[slicendice]

atleast the hype has slowed down, yesterday was unreal

yesterday was a bad, bad day.

I'll be happy if we dont bring it up again.

 

[Reek]

i was talking about how slow the hupe was slice.

TVGuide channell says to watch whysoserious.com closely ...whatever that means

 

[Anguissette1979]

atleast the hype has slowed down, yesterday was unreal

It was a major lagfest yesterday. I couldn't post anything at all.

 

[slicendice]

yeah the lag was crazy....it took my a good ten tries before I could even get into the SHH main page

 

[Hole Shot]

Oh... and I've been watching the Pats

 

[Magenta666]

yeah the lag was crazy....it took my a good ten tries before I could even get into the SHH main page

700 plus people...200 members

 

[Bond]

TV Guide is still doing Ledger stuff.

 

[Keyser Sushi]

Hi Ang!

And hello everybody else - briefly at least.

I'm putting this in here because Brain Syrup has *always* gone in the Lounge.

So, here we go:

Not-So Random Brain Syrup:

Well, What the Hell?

=========================

Well, what the hell? That was kind of my first reaction when I got the call from my friend Stanton to inform that Heath Ledger was dead. I was sitting on my couch, a warm cat curled up on my lap, the menu screen for the Alien director’s cut looping on the TV as I was too comfy, with the cat where he was, to get up just yet and shut it off.

My second thought was that it couldn’t possibly be true, there had to be some mistake, so I turned on the TV to CNN Headline News and the lovely Erica Hill informed me that it was, in fact, true.

Well, Erica can be wrong, too. So I just kept watching, but by this time I was thinking I should call someone. A friend, a relative, a loved one of some sort in the Batman fandom, just to talk, see if they’d heard, trade reactions and thoughts. Death has that effect on people, in my experience.

Well, in any event I didn’t call anyone. I couldn’t imagine myself calling my friend at work, getting her voicemail, and leaving her a message explaining that Heath Ledger was dead. Especially when she’d already probably gotten a dozen or more text messages about it.

It never really seemed real, until I saw the footage of them wheeling the body out on the gurney. At that point I had to wonder what it meant that it took almost a scene from Law & Order before something like that felt real.

I’d like to say that I was a fan of Ledger’s, but that would be a stretch. I’ve seen exactly two of his films – The Patriot and A Knight’s Tale – so I was barely aware of his work, in truth. Both are okay films, though, and what I brought away from them was the notion that this Ledger kid seemed destined for great things. At that point I didn’t know what kind of an actor he would turn out to be; I saw only a powerful screen presence, and the kind of young John Wayne looks that land guys starring roles in big-budget pictures.

Ledger chose not to go that route, though: he chose to play gay cowboys, Jokers, addicts – in a word he chose to act. It would have been easier for him altogether, I don’t doubt, to be the next Mel Gibson or Harrison Ford, to be the stud who made the ladies swoon and the guys want to dress and act just like him. That he didn’t choose that, tells us two things about Ledger, I think.

The first is that he didn’t care about the spotlight. The second is that maybe he liked doing things the hard way, because for him it was about the craft or the art, the true nature of creative self-expression. But I think everybody knows these things about him anyway.

I may not have been incredibly familiar with his work, but what little I’ve seen of his performance as the Joker absolutely blows my mind. Different approach? Sure, but a wonderful one, and one that I am all too willing to pay to see. Repeatedly.

I may not have been a fan, but I was fast becoming one, and I just knew – and still know – that when I see The Dark Knight I will instantly become a fan of Heath Ledger. In effect I’ve lost my next favorite actor.

I was excited to see where his career went after The Dark Knight, the kind of roles he might be offered, the kind of praise he might receive for the performance. The praise he will still receive, but there is no longer any career to be affected by it, and no longer any man there to receive it.

My heart goes out to his family and his friends; to his ex, Michelle Williams; and most especially to their daughter, Matilda, who is too young to understand any of this but who will no doubt wonder where her Daddy is.

I won’t comment on causes of death, autopsies or toxicology reports. We don’t know why this happened, if it was an accident or intentional, and I’m already tired of talking heads theorizing, postulating and assuming.

I do want to sound out on one thing, though: this did NOT happen because of The Joker, or because of The Dark Knight in any way, shape, or form. I remember the rumors that his split with Michelle Williams was somehow connected to his role as the Joker, and I have always felt that those rumors were total BUNK. If (and I say IF) he had any personality issues or mental issues, they would be pre-existing, not a result of a goddamn movie role. Why so serious?

I freely admit that most creative types – artists, musicians, actors, writers, whatever – are not entirely normal, and perhaps not entirely sane. That sometimes leads people to do some strange and stupid things. Sometimes.

But good art, of any variety, comes from within – it’s personal, it’s honest, it’s human, and it allows an audience to relate on a deep level. This is what great authors, painters, songwriters – and great actors – do. A method actor builds a sort of psychological profile for their character, to understand the motivation, the reasons behind the actions, the way the character thinks – and therefore can bring that character to life. Writers do the same with their characters.

I know when I wrote my novel “Below the Belt” I did this for the main character (and narrator) Ian. For me to write the whole story from Ian’s perspective, I had to understand where he was coming from and how he would think. I wrote the book in a frenzy, almost, I just couldn’t stop. In the end it required very little revision. This is because it was a performance of a sort. When I was done, I wanted to write more, I wanted the character to come back and tell another story. That was how it felt to me, that it was a person I had created, who had his own thoughts and feelings, and I had had as much to do with the writing of the book as the keyboard had.

That, of course, is not reality, even if it’s the way it felt. I think method actors sometimes deal with that same feeling – and it would explain what Heath meant about being haunted by the role he had created.

But ultimately, Ian is a fictional character and while to me he might exist, I also know that he doesn’t. I know that he’s fiction, and it’s a damn good thing because he’s a dangerous man.

I’m sure that Ledger knew the same about the Joker. So don’t go blaming this, or his breakup with Ms. Williams, on the Joker. That’s crap. Let’s put away the speculation and the assumptions, and just think about the people to whom Heath was a friend, a family member, a son, a father. That puts it all in perspective, doesn’t it?

Now let’s move on, and look forward to the man’s final, and no doubt incredible performance, as the Joker in The Dark Knight.

May he rest in peace.

 

[Reek]

this will put a smile on everyones face.

 

[Reek]

TV Guide is still doing Ledger stuff.

yea they keep replaying last nights show

 

[Watson]

Sushi it's nice to see you here again, though under such sad circumstances. Great syrup dude

 

[Keyser Sushi]

Sushi it's nice to see you here again, though under such sad circumstances. Great syrup dude

Heya, Doc. It's nice to see you, too.

 

[Stotch]

Heya, Doc. It's nice to see you, too.

KEYSER! Good to see you

 

[Keyser Sushi]

KEYSER! Good to see you

Hola Butters! How's it hangin'?

 

[Reek]

 

[DaddyGrayson]

Very well written, Keyser.

 

[slicendice]

this will put a smile on everyones face.

i'll do you one better:

[YT]m4Kq-m-pUm8[/YT]

 

[Stotch]

Hola Butters! How's it hangin'?

It's actually ok. Just...a bit better, but you gotta stay cautious when good things seem to happen, ya know

As far as yesterday, though....pretty down. Like everyone else here, basically. Hope you're doing better

 

[TV's Frank]

Hi Ang!

And hello everybody else - briefly at least.

I'm putting this in here because Brain Syrup has *always* gone in the Lounge.

So, here we go:

Not-So Random Brain Syrup:

Well, What the Hell?

=========================

Well, what the hell? That was kind of my first reaction when I got the call from my friend Stanton to inform that Heath Ledger was dead. I was sitting on my couch, a warm cat curled up on my lap, the menu screen for the Alien director’s cut looping on the TV as I was too comfy, with the cat where he was, to get up just yet and shut it off.

My second thought was that it couldn’t possibly be true, there had to be some mistake, so I turned on the TV to CNN Headline News and the lovely Erica Hill informed me that it was, in fact, true.

Well, Erica can be wrong, too. So I just kept watching, but by this time I was thinking I should call someone. A friend, a relative, a loved one of some sort in the Batman fandom, just to talk, see if they’d heard, trade reactions and thoughts. Death has that effect on people, in my experience.

Well, in any event I didn’t call anyone. I couldn’t imagine myself calling my friend at work, getting her voicemail, and leaving her a message explaining that Heath Ledger was dead. Especially when she’d already probably gotten a dozen or more text messages about it.

It never really seemed real, until I saw the footage of them wheeling the body out on the gurney. At that point I had to wonder what it meant that it took almost a scene from Law & Order before something like that felt real.

I’d like to say that I was a fan of Ledger’s, but that would be a stretch. I’ve seen exactly two of his films – The Patriot and A Knight’s Tale – so I was barely aware of his work, in truth. Both are okay films, though, and what I brought away from them was the notion that this Ledger kid seemed destined for great things. At that point I didn’t know what kind of an actor he would turn out to be; I saw only a powerful screen presence, and the kind of young John Wayne looks that land guys starring roles in big-budget pictures.

Ledger chose not to go that route, though: he chose to play gay cowboys, Jokers, addicts – in a word he chose to act. It would have been easier for him altogether, I don’t doubt, to be the next Mel Gibson or Harrison Ford, to be the stud who made the ladies swoon and the guys want to dress and act just like him. That he didn’t choose that, tells us two things about Ledger, I think.

The first is that he didn’t care about the spotlight. The second is that maybe he liked doing things the hard way, because for him it was about the craft or the art, the true nature of creative self-expression. But I think everybody knows these things about him anyway.

I may not have been incredibly familiar with his work, but what little I’ve seen of his performance as the Joker absolutely blows my mind. Different approach? Sure, but a wonderful one, and one that I am all too willing to pay to see. Repeatedly.

I may not have been a fan, but I was fast becoming one, and I just knew – and still know – that when I see The Dark Knight I will instantly become a fan of Heath Ledger. In effect I’ve lost my next favorite actor.

I was excited to see where his career went after The Dark Knight, the kind of roles he might be offered, the kind of praise he might receive for the performance. The praise he will still receive, but there is no longer any career to be affected by it, and no longer any man there to receive it.

My heart goes out to his family and his friends; to his ex, Michelle Williams; and most especially to their daughter, Matilda, who is too young to understand any of this but who will no doubt wonder where her Daddy is.

I won’t comment on causes of death, autopsies or toxicology reports. We don’t know why this happened, if it was an accident or intentional, and I’m already tired of talking heads theorizing, postulating and assuming.

I do want to sound out on one thing, though: this did NOT happen because of The Joker, or because of The Dark Knight in any way, shape, or form. I remember the rumors that his split with Michelle Williams was somehow connected to his role as the Joker, and I have always felt that those rumors were total BUNK. If (and I say IF) he had any personality issues or mental issues, they would be pre-existing, not a result of a goddamn movie role. Why so serious?

I freely admit that most creative types – artists, musicians, actors, writers, whatever – are not entirely normal, and perhaps not entirely sane. That sometimes leads people to do some strange and stupid things. Sometimes.

But good art, of any variety, comes from within – it’s personal, it’s honest, it’s human, and it allows an audience to relate on a deep level. This is what great authors, painters, songwriters – and great actors – do. A method actor builds a sort of psychological profile for their character, to understand the motivation, the reasons behind the actions, the way the character thinks – and therefore can bring that character to life. Writers do the same with their characters.

I know when I wrote my novel “Below the Belt” I did this for the main character (and narrator) Ian. For me to write the whole story from Ian’s perspective, I had to understand where he was coming from and how he would think. I wrote the book in a frenzy, almost, I just couldn’t stop. In the end it required very little revision. This is because it was a performance of a sort. When I was done, I wanted to write more, I wanted the character to come back and tell another story. That was how it felt to me, that it was a person I had created, who had his own thoughts and feelings, and I had had as much to do with the writing of the book as the keyboard had.

That, of course, is not reality, even if it’s the way it felt. I think method actors sometimes deal with that same feeling – and it would explain what Heath meant about being haunted by the role he had created.

But ultimately, Ian is a fictional character and while to me he might exist, I also know that he doesn’t. I know that he’s fiction, and it’s a damn good thing because he’s a dangerous man.

I’m sure that Ledger knew the same about the Joker. So don’t go blaming this, or his breakup with Ms. Williams, on the Joker. That’s crap. Let’s put away the speculation and the assumptions, and just think about the people to whom Heath was a friend, a family member, a son, a father. That puts it all in perspective, doesn’t it?

Now let’s move on, and look forward to the man’s final, and no doubt incredible performance, as the Joker in The Dark Knight.

May he rest in peace.

*begins slow clap*

 

[DaddyGrayson]

Frank, good to see ya.

 

[TV's Frank]

Frank, good to see ya.

Hey man, you too.

I'm hangin' in there.

 

[JStorm]

'Tusi