April has been a lean month for expostulating on the meaninglessness of reality, or lack thereof.
I dig movies, why, I don’t know.
Acting has been freaking me out lately however, because as Marlon Brando pointed out, it is professional lying. Actors don’t act real at all, they act like people act in movies. Wow, they were good, I really believed. However, if you study the thing, real life is never like a movie, and I don’t mean the suspension of disbelief angle, I mean just how people behave.
Acting is surreal and freaky, and very entertaining. We can live vicariously through our famous actors who sacrifice so much to entertain, their identities, their sense of self and their sense of proportion.
I would be a really crappy actor.