One thing is now clear: Sheen’s 15 minutes are over. Kaput. I don’t mean his 15 minutes of fame, of course, or even of infamy. I mean his 15 minutes of being a Rebel. For that, let’s make no mistake, is what this whole hellapalooza has been about: the prospect that Charlie Sheen, by saying whatever damn thing floats through his tiger blood and into his bizarrely semi-lucid crackpot brain and down to his hair-trigger mouth, could sort of, perhaps, just maybe be the Last Honest Man in a paralyzingly bogus media culture.Frankly, I prefered the original (who, compared to Charlie, sounds like he kinda has his act together).
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Do People See Charlie Sheen as the Howard Beale of Our Time?
He's mad-as-hell-etc.-etc. as the rationale for forking over actual money to see vampire's blood (or whatever it was) "perform"? That, anyway, is the supposition of EW's Owen Glieberman: