Heath Ledger Vs. Bad Mexican Food
So….Heath Ledger won his posthumous Oscar for his performance as the Joker in The Dark Knight. To cut to the quick, there was no other way that this saga could have concluded. The tears shed by those in attendance was a rare example of uncontrollable, honest feelings on full display in a business where deception and duplicity are SOP. And rare is the film that generates such intense scrutiny as TDK has. For Heath to win Best Supporting Actor, and for his father to accept the award, was almost too much for this humble blogger. To say that I wasn’t emotionally touched by this emotional juggernaut would have been a vicious lie.
For the movie-going audience The Dark Knight was not about Christian Bale. Batman who? The public was there in support of the Joker.
Saturday night Karin and I fired up our blu-ray copy of The Dark Knight (if you haven’t seen this film in the blu-ray format, the IMAX scenes are breathtakingly amazing) and reveled in Heath Ledger’s performance. I found myself grinning like an idiot whenever the pasty-faced sociopath was on screen. Heath’s take on the Joker was nothing short of magic, and to think otherwise would be a dishonest, jaded assessment of Heath’s take on the Joker character. The Oscars typically leans towards leftist ideals and “high-brow” films not normally seen by the general populace. To deny Heath Ledger a nod would have been an affront to true talent, and a thumb in the eye to fans around the world who have pushed the theatrical earnings of this film past the one-billion dollar mark.
And to think, just a few hours prior I was gleefully chowing down on a shredded beef tostada in a questionable mexican eatery in a sketchy part of San Marcos. Sure, the food was fantastic, but for the remainder of the day the toilet and I were locked in a squirming, titanic struggle for my very soul.
“Customer #30″ indeed…
