No shit. I damn near cried watching Feldman crying at the fence, “My dad stormed the beach at Normandy, you piece of shit!” while his friends held him.
The answer is simple. The first one you see when you have a gun in your possession.
We have to nuke them from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure.
I don’t get this, either. Are these people so sheltered from ever needing to become fully realized grown-ups that they never get it? And even once the chickens come home to roost, it’s too late and they can’t make the adjustments to becoming real people? If I was a sociologist, I would want to write papers on the whole idea of stardom and all its attendant fallout, it fascinates me so.
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I don’t know about that. Can you imagine working in a job and constantly getting “Hey, didn’t you used to be famous?” every day? Spending more time answering questions about The Lost Boys than doing your job (likely to the boss’s chagrin)? I’m not even sure the Coreys have GEDs, let alone the social skills to function outside Hollywood. Plus there are producers and others in their circles who know there’s a buck to be made off them.
Not that there aren’t plenty of child stars who go on to be everyday people… you just don’t hear about them.
I don’t think it really matters. If you kill one of them, I’m pretty sure the other one dies almost immediately thereafter.
Sigh…I honestly thought, at that time, that Feldman would grow up to be a good, solid character actor. I didn’t predict stardom, but I figured he’d work steadily, with small roles in dramatic films bolstered by the occasional, bill-paying, lead or second lead in fluff comedies.
So much for that. He had talent, but a lot of people have talent, and it generally comes down to who is the least pain in the ass to work with.
I’m pretty sure I’d rather deal with that than live on a crackhead’s couch and sell my teeth on Ebay.
So would most normal people - that’s part of why I can’t understand the star mentality.