Seems this week death has been quite the motif. First Gary Coleman, now Dennis Hopper.
Just in case, if you didn't see Blue Velvet, you won't understand the title of this post.
Regardless, Dennis Hopper shall probably be remembered as the eternal pain in the ass of many Hollywood mogul types... and since I don't work in Hollywood, I could care less. Simply put, writers would love to write up a character like Hopper and put it in their film or novels. He was colorful, psychotic, rambling, and as much a coke addict as he was a workaholic. That he lived to be 74 shouldn't be a shame and we shouldn't mourn. Nay, we should hope he gets cremated and that some lucky teen hooker with a coke habit gets to snort a little of him because damnit, that's what he would have wanted. Yes, he was able to pass away near lvoed ones, but if ever there was a wild one in Hollywood, it was Hopper.
With epic movies such as Blue Velvet, Speed Apocalypose Now and Cool Hand Luke, it's amazing he was able to be in such stinkers as Super Mario Brothers, Waterworld and the campy albeit fascinating My Science Project. And all the while, he was high, drunk, fighting or just pissing people off. So while some might lament his passing, others will give thanks for it. Me? I'm just thankful I have the reference material for when I write him into one of my books.
Cheers Dennis, my regards to the devil and may you keep partying forever on
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