OPINION: BY JEFFREY A. FRIEDBERG
Impolite, But To-The-Point
MICKEY ROONEY WAS ONE OF THE GREATEST TALENTS WHO EVER LIVED.
Mickey Rooney could act, sing, dance, play musical instruments, tell jokes, and served honorably in WWII where he won a bronze star.
Remembering Mickey Rooney, in “modern” acting stints, and in his later interviews—I could almost cry.
Because of the Vanished Age he had dominated; the 1940s. And, because so many of you will never know him, or that epochal time, or realize how it felt, alone in that dark, quiet theater—enthralled by unmatched performers of the Era.
Now you don’t know who or WHAT you will get. Likely, an angry, sexually confused, ethnically militant, hate-spewing, communistic chimera.
In those days, movies and radio were “real.” They are said to have created the American Character; the American Dream. We were offered Mythic examples of how to Be. How Not to behave. Whom the gods would punish.
We were shown, “Morality.”
There was no TV; there were no cell phones; there was no Internet. If you wanted to communicate with somebody, you walked to the post office and mailed them a letter.
You had to mail them a letter. There was time to think; time to be rational; and a time to put away childish delusions.
You See: It Was A Time Of Reason.
Now it’s the Future.
But NOBODY—not even the worst of us, not even in the goriest science fiction —NOBODY ever dreamed of a future so bad, so scattered, so repellent and twisted, so evil, and so Controlled by totalitarian precepts, as the one we inhabit now.
Good luck with that.