Friday, May 10, 2019
Another meditation on a very strange subject that I can't seem to shake. I'm not even sure I like Christopher Walken, but maybe liking isn't the point. I've been watching or listening to an endless chain of videos/podcasts made by two millennial-something filmmakers, sophomoric types actually, in which they dissect and analyze EVERY movie or TV show Walken was ever in. It's in the hundreds, and funnily enough, I'm finding out most of them are mediocre at best. I wonder what it is, then, that causes people to call him "an American original", "a national treasure", etc. etc., as if they're talking about Mt. Rushmore or American Gothic? I'll never figure it out. This video, lovingly prepared by me at great expense, or at least a lot of time, has gotten only a handful of views, but aren't I used to that by now? I try to keep my eyes on the greater prize, the great joy of doing things, which I do experience, but is the sole satisfaction I get from all this. For once, it'd be nice to make that feast with loving hands and have someone come to dinner.