(September 29, 2015 at 10:16 pm)Clueless Morgan Wrote:I think he's right on the money actually. As a actor your a chemoleon by trade. The less people know about you the less they see you and the more they see what your trying to portray. Look at the greatest performance in our time, heath ledgers joker. When you saw him did you see heath ledger? Or even an actor? No you saw an insane pyschopath that wanted to watch the world burn. Would that have been possible if we had preconceived notions of heath ledger?(September 29, 2015 at 8:59 am)Nine Wrote: Bolding mine
Yeah, the minute you get married you're kind of tipping your hat on your sexuality (except in the case of those who are bi), so how about this: let's stop caring about the sexuality of the actor and just see whether they played the role they were hired to play well?
It doesn't matter whether Jim Parsons or Neil Patrick Harris or Zachary Quinto are gay and playing straight men (or half-human-half-Vulcans), or whether Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal are straight and playing gay men, they played those roles well and that's all that matters in the end, not their real life sexuality.
And I think it's a really naive statement to make that the less the public knows about actors the better. Celebrity culture is a thing, people want to know about celebrities' real lives, to just tell celebrities to be more private shows some profound ignorance about the nature and culture of "celebrity."
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
