Friday, November 3, 2017

My Son, The Actor


My son is an actor.  He always has been, since he was a little guy, hamming it up for everyone. 
And now he works at Marvel Studios.  He’s not acting on camera, but he’s still “acting” for other people.  A person has to fit in, obviously, to get a gig making movies.  People who want to make movies usually want to call themselves “actors”, but all the beautiful parts of movies are behind the scenes:  the writer, the producer, the director, the cinematographer, the video people, the audio people, the stand-ins, the extras, the caterer …

Movies may have only a few main actors onscreen, but the number of people who work on the movie (in some context) is enormous.  Think about someone who makes epic movies.  My first thought is Steven Spielberg.  He produced E.T., Poltergeist, The Goonies, Back to the Future, Empire of the Sun, Schindler’s List, Twister, Men In Black, Saving Private Ryan, Transformers, Super 8, Lincoln … 
 
Are you fucking kidding me? How many people did it take to make all of these iconic movies?

The answer is:  a lot.

So, my son, he got a little older and then “acted” differently.  Acting in high school is different than when you’re little, so people become a version of themselves (as they are in high school), and then they act as the senior class president, or the president of a marketing club, or the president of the German Club, or the starting quarterback, or the starting wide receiver, or the dutiful suburban boyfriend … and they lose themselves a little bit.  Because they’re always acting.

But take it to the next level:   college. 

According to the movies, college is one of the following things:
  • ·         Animal House
  • ·         PCU
  • ·         Old School
  • ·         American Pie
  • ·         21 Jump Street
  • ·         Neighbors

Yes, these people exist in college.  No, they aren’t real. 

So … everyone is acting, yes?

And then, my son wants to actually be a part of a community of people who act for a living.  But the community is nothing like the movies, where all the good parts make it to the film.  The movie-making industry is not the same as the two-hour movie we watch at home.  It’s a culmination of thousands of people working together to get to a final product, which (hopefully) is the product of a genius, like Walt Disney, or Quentin Tarantino, or Clint Eastwood, or Martin Scorsese, or Stanley Kubrick, or John Carpenter, or Woody Allen, or Cameron Crowe, or Darren Aronofsky.  These people had a vision, and then they systematically created that vision – on film-.  How fucking cool is that?!

And you know what?  My son is a perfect superhero, because throughout his entire life, he has tried to make the world a better place, be kind to other people, be the best possible version of himself, be educated in as many ways as possible, be a lover not a fighter, and listen to art (music, films, words) in the active tense. 

He is (at the same time) the best and the worst version of himself, every day. We all are. 

He will become Ubermensch some day, because all Nietzsche was trying to say in that book was to be the best possible person you can be, every day.  And when you look at your life (said Nietzsche), imagine having to live your life – forever – in exactly the same way – over and over. 

  • Would you make the same choices?
  • Would you chase the same demons?
  • Would you love more deeply and strongly and internally?
  • Would you want to wake up, tomorrow, and be in the same place?

And (if not), then you have to do something about it.  Do something different, until you feel better about your choices.  If you change nothing, well, you’ve chosen your life.  If you do something and fail, well, at least you did something.  And if you do something which makes you more whole, well, take the positive endorphins and channel them into something else which builds the best possible version of you.  (Because you are beautiful, in all the ways a person can be beautiful.)


I love you.