With the release of The Public Enemy, in 1931, a new brand of idol emerged: the anti-hero. When James Cagney squashed a half-grapefruit into the whining face of Mae Clarke, gasps were heard in movie houses around the world. The Cagney style of woman-mauling brought cheers from men, but, at first, disapproval from women, whose taste inexorably ruled the screen. Through that simple, yet forceful, gesture with the grapefruit, the imprudent, red-haired young actor came an overnight sensation; he was the screen’s most dynamic actor. He treated most things with contempt, including women, but there was enough charm in his grin to reach the last row in the balcony. Thus a “new realism” was born out of Depression-ridden America, and audiences soon relished every move Cagney made as he rebelled against a society he not only did not help create, but felt compelled to challenge. Cagney represented the perfect portrait of the American urban man and boy — in all his complexities — whose life was so insecure in the Thirties. This was apparent in his every gesture: his walk, his nervous fists, his abrupt silences and his steadily mounting rage. Not surprisingly, his fast-talking, finger-jabbing traits became trademarks, and mimics had a field day. The fact that he conveyed every emotion with his entire body, not just his face or voice, added immeasurably to his persuasiveness. Moviegoers were fascinated by him.
So I have been pondering on a situation that changed my views about friendship. I hardly ever trust anyone, and when I do, it takes courage on my part. I’m pretty secretive. I tend to see the best in people, which is probably my least favorite quality. But I’m tired of holding a certain aversion towards this individual. This is why I somewhat don’t associate myself with negative people. This individual made me feel like our friendship wasn’t worth it. I got tired of caring and now this certain person wants to make things right, as if nothing occurred. I put up front from the beginning, but I knew what I wanted and expected. AND that was NOT something I had expected. What I’m trying to say is that I dont trust this person for shit, it was a rocky road from the beginning, so I would appreciate this person not being in my life. BUT for some reason, they are trying to make things right, I appreciate the concern, but no thank you. You’re lucky we have many friends in common and out of courtesy I’m not telling you to fuck off!
James McAvoy to replace Michael Fassbender in Danny Boyle’s Trance?
James McAvoy could be replacing his X-Men: First Class co-star Michael Fassbender in Danny Boyle’s next movie Trance.
A remake of the 2003 TV movie, which was directed by Joe Ahearne, Trance follows an art heist that goes wrong.
How so? Well, the heist’s leader receives a blow to the head during one operation, and begins to suffer from amnesia – meaning the location of a painting they’ve nicked is a mystery.
Fassbender was originally in talks to star in the film, but now McAvoy has entered into negotiations, perhaps thanks to the former’s busy schedule.