In either a case of uncanny coincidence or else a sign of the impending apocalypse [the cinetrix is not up on her Revelations], Maisonneuve's own Film Flâneur just filed an appreciation of Anthony Michael Hall. Yeah, you heard me. It's a brave stand Jonathan Kiefer's making. Respect must be paid.
No, he hasn’t died or anything. At least I don’t think he has. Wow,
that would be terrible. Like one of those end-of-an-era things, except
that the era isn’t over. I mean, when an Ossie Davis goes, or an Arthur
Miller, it’s a huge loss, but it makes sense—you knew it would come and
you half-expected it. There’s no way that time is up for Hall’s
generation. Okay, maybe it is for Robert Downey Jr.—you half expect him
to check out any time. Hall, though? He seems unfinished. This guy made
it through the ringer of child stardom pretty well when you think about
it, better than some. I mean, how many of those people would you really
want to have a beer with nowadays? With Hall, there’s some humility
there, some honest recognition of what life has given and taken; it
reads appealingly on his face.
Say it with the cinetrix: I can't believe I gave my panties to a geek.
Hey, if Ilan Mitchell-Smith can grow up to be a medievalist, why not?
