Sunday, February 20, 2011

How'd it get burned?

If one is truly fortunate, one may get to observe, just once in one's life, an event so profound, so extraordinary, as to transform one's view of the world. Such an event can take unexpected forms---even emerging from the unlikely medium of the arts. Acting can change everything; in the hands of a rare, gifted actor, the thespian craft can become nigh-alchemical, transforming a mere mortal into a living embodiment of humanity's full potential.

Ladies and gentlemen, for your edification, and for your ennoblement, I present to you a scene from the 2006 remake of The Wicker Man, wherein Nicolas Cage---as though the Demiurge himself, impressing into formless celluloid matter the pefect Platonic Form of the Good---attempts to determine how it got burned:





Indeed, Mr. Cage, indeed. For, who among us has not, on more than one occasion, asked "How'd it get burned? How'd it get burned? How'd it get burned, how'd it get burned?"

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I suspect the same guy who let the dogs out. If only we could determine who that is.