When I was a teenager, I never imagined life could be this good.
In 2013, we have our Channing Tatums and our Zac Efrons, but nothing we will ever produce can hold a candle to Montgomery Clift and James Dean. They just don’t make sexy like they used to.
Disney was fired from the Kansas City Star in 1919 because his editor said he “lacked imagination and had no good ideas.”
It’s the 21st century, people. These are the sorts of stylistic innovations we’re going to have to get used to. I don’t know about you, but I’m personally stoked about a 3D version of The Sun Also Rises with music by Nicki Minaj.
Sometimes I wish I could be like a Hollywood franchise and just “reboot” my identity every five or six years and pick out some poor schlub walking the down street and be like, “Okay, from now, you’re me… and Go!” And it’d be like, okay, now you’re the guy with a $60 bank account who’s banned from the library. So, uhhh… good luck with that. Sucker.