Why I Love Johnny Depp

I will be the first to readily admit I know next to nothing about the theater arts.
Next to nothing, as in I know which movies I love openly, I know which ones I hate openly, and I know which ones I am ashamed about liking.

However, just because I know next to nothing about something (oh, hey like basically everything outside of why serial murderers do what they do? Don't ask.), does not mean that I don't have an opinion about it. Just the opposite actually.

I think all people do this, by the way. Have opinions about things they know nothing about, I mean. It's frustrating, yes, but boundless learning opportunities, don't you think?

Anyways, I know what I love. I love Johnny Depp.

Not Elijah Wood, Johnny Depp. This is fucking creepy.

Why, you ask? (Probably not really, because I'm basically talking to myself here)
Well, I'll tell "you." (I should be institutionalized; I'm talking to the "voices.")

Speaking of institutionalizing...

I love him because I've never seen him play the same person twice; even in his sequels, he adds dimension and personality to his characters so much so that they morph into almost entirely new people every time they come onto the screens. Not only is he a character actor, he is a phenomenal character actor who takes it upon himself to create a memorable personality that the audience doesn't fall in love or hate with.

Its important that the audience doesn't love or hate his characters completely, because no one in real life can be hated or loved completely and by everyone.

Life is not black and white, life is not good and bad; life and the people who are playing in it are both dynamic, changing entities that are constantly growing or evolving to respond as best as possible to the situation at hand. (Cue applause)

Yes, some of his characters end up being deranged serial killers with fairly violent methods, but in those movies he was the "pitied" character regardless. His back story and his reasonings are so tragic that the audience CAN'T hate him for what he's doing; they root for him a little, actually. (Which, by the way, is usually just good casting on the part of his director(s)--Tim Burton, anyone?--and screen writers, but still, they recognize a catch when they see it.) And I think this is unique to him because, despite the wide array of character actors out there who are all quite good (sans certain teenaged "vampires" [fairies]), is because of his uncanny ability to really make the character real. None of us are purely good or bad, and he brings that realism to the big screen by making sure that none of his characters are either. He brings realism, to the most surreal, fantastic stories; if that's not talent, I don't know what is.


I think the point of this little ode to Johnny is that he embodies everything I believe about life when he acts out as "his" characters. I related to Sweeny Todd, I related to Jack Sparrow, and I related (a little) to the Mad Hatter (shut up) because I am human, therefore deeply flawed, and very very confused about every little decision I have to make in life.

I recently have had to make a lot of very impulsive decisions, a lot of very difficult ones to make, and his characters kind of jumped out at me one night when I Stumbled on one of his fansites. It's interesting because he never plays the "good guy/bad guy" role; he's always in the middle, always realistic (despite the wacko plot lines), and he gives us a little look at how the rest of us are fucking along in life.

Because honestly, who really knows what we're doing? (rhetorial question)

I don't, and my hindsight isn't even 20/20 because my vision is actually -9.50/20. (ahahaha. Oh, Miss G, you're so hilarious and there's no way you've used that line before (HA). Oh, how clever!)

We're all make decisions at the drop of a hat (a mad one?), we're all trying to get along as best we can, and despite the fact that we usually fuck something or other up along the way, we're usually all in it with the best intentions.

Right? Right.

In other news, I fell down the stairs last week, and the bruise on my arm still has not faded. Fun part of that is that the bruise is weirdly shaped like a hand, so I've been asked like three times whether or not I'm being abused by someone.

Uh, no...but hey thanks for caring, I guess. Then I have to explain what happened for real, and I get dirty looks.

Also, I have super-fantastic good news that's basically going to SAVE MY BUTT for next year and will ensure that I can stay at IU for the next 3 years. Get pumped.
I can't tell anyone yet though, not until 5pm tonight. So. 5pm tonight, facebook will hold all the answers to my excitement.

Love,
Miss Guided

P.S. Bad news of the day: I have officially developed allergies to everything in the world.
Not really.
But I developed lactose intolerance this year, and then when spring hit apparently my body decided that I'm allergic to all that is pretty and blooming. So, I've been a sneezing, runny-nosed, coughing mess and it's totally not cute at all. I feel like Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer when I blow my nose.
And we all know how much I love sneezing.
Super attractive, right?!

Yep. That basically sums it up.