Geekdom Come, Episode I
http://jedimaster.net See it to believe it. I'll let the website do the explaining here...
"The Star Wars Kid is a 15-year-old from Quebec known only as Ghyslain -- his parents are keeping his last name secret to protect his identity. Back in November 2002, Ghyslain was goofing off at a school video studio and recorded himself fighting a mock battle with a golf ball retriever lightsaber. Over two minutes, the video shows the lone, overweight teenager twirling his mock lightsaber ever faster while making his own accompanying sound effects.
"Yes, we've all had our dorky, private moments, but this poor kid is living the nightmare of having his private dorkiness projected across the world to giggling Web users. His friends found the tape, and uploaded it to KaZaA as a joke on April 19. Within two weeks, someone had added full Star Wars special effects and sound effects to the tape. Currently, new clone videos are being created at the rate of 1 per day!"
The upshot of all the unexpected fame is that people were so touched by Ghyslain's, er, performance, that they launched a signature campaign to get George Lucas to cast this kid in Episode III. I just hope that the people who make money from Star Wars Kid's episode of escapism-- there's actually a Star Wars Kid STORE-- are doing this with his consent and really sending Ghyslain some of the profits. Hell, I actually hope this kid does wind up with even a bit part in Episode III.
Flashing Society the Dirty Finger
Okay. Dexter's gonna segue into another one of his "This event disturbs me" spiels.
I got a kick out of seeing him flail about with his golf ball retrie-- er, lightsaber. But while I'm laughing my head off on one level, another part of me (living and breathing on a decidedly higher moral plane) is wondering just what exactly I am laughing at.
The youth was picked on and publicly humiliated when his friends made off with his video and posted it on KaZaa. But unlike the usual subjects of my scorn and derision, Ghyslain was not the Overcompensating Unworthy, actively seeking acclaim to justify his existence to himself. He wasn't a Hypocrite or Social Climber, milking his brief "stint" in cinema for more than it was worth. Neither was he what one film director called a Moral Terrorist, lacking the very basic human ability to walk in another man's shoes. He did not deserve the scorn that is present in much of the laughter I reserve for "people."
(to be concluded)