Fame and infamy; the blurry boundary
It is true to say that fame is always on the hunt for fresh meat. The next half witted Australian to marry Jordan? Or perhaps a footballer who hasn’t fully understood the underlying principals of twitter. But a dictator. Really?
I mean who is this Kony guy? He doesn’t have any real talent, in fact he’s an idiot. The viral film which did the rounds earlier this year, used the strapline “Make Kony famous” in a bid to fast track the tyrant to superstardom. I’d say it was a major PR faux par. However 104,506,332 million people do know what a terrible man he is which can only be a good thing for the world.
Talking about the world, Greece is in a bit of a pickle. If you hadn’t heard of them before,
they’re certainly famous now. That’s show business for you, one minute your everybody’s favourite holiday destination, then you’re washed up, fighting amongst yourselves, contemplating a desperate loan from the Germans. Shame.
There is, however, one man working in show business, whose infamy has been conveniently overlooked for too long.
Well now it is time for the world to hear the truth, isn’t it Stephen Spielberg? You know him as the father of modern cinema, but I know him as a heathen, an infidel behind the lens. Contrary to popular belief, Stephen is guilty of robbing you of two of the finest performances of our generation. He’s got away with it until now, but cast your eyes over Jurassic Park’s original T-Rex and Jaws’ original leading man. Now try and tell me I’m wrong.