This Summer Kevin Bacon . . . Discovers What Everyone Else Knows
Back when publicizing his horror film MaXXXine (it came out in July) actor Kevin Bacon claimed to have had a special effects makeup artist create a disguise for him so that he could try going about experiencing life as a non-celebrity.
According to Bacon the disguise worked — and very well — in that when he went to a shopping mall “no one” there recognized him.
Apparently he couldn’t stand more than a few minutes of this, talking about people “pushing past me, not being nice. Nobody said, ‘I love you,’” while he “had to wait in line to, I don’t know, buy a f — -ing coffee or whatever.” And he concluded “This sucks. I want to go back to being famous.”
I have no idea how seriously Bacon intended for us to take his remarks, which can seem like a parody of entitled, clueless privilege. (Is it really the case that complete strangers tell him “I love you” and that he was shocked to not have strangers tell him “I love you?” Did he really have no notion of what it is to stand in line for a cup of coffee?) Still, the relation of the anecdote did seem interesting in that in a society where the conventional injunction is to “Be grateful for what you have” (stiffened with endless regurgitations of propaganda already stale two centuries ago about how the rich have it harder than the poor) Mr. Bacon admitted that, yes, a “regular person” is treated pretty badly by other regular people and it is far, far better to be a celebrity. To, as Upton Sinclair put it in Money Writes!, be “waited upon, flattered, caressed, loved, stared at, cheered, photographed, talked about” the way a celebrity is. And that this is why, in spite of so many celebrities’ self-pitying whining about how hard it is to be famous, a “victim of such conditions” as ordinary people endure — living the life of a nobody, treated as a nobody, with all its material deprivations and psychological injuries — “driven to desperation” makes extraordinary efforts in the hope of sudden transport to the world in which the Kevin Bacons live, and is all too often disappointed, staying in the same world they can’t bear and dying that much more and that much painfully of the fact every day.
That’s reality.
Originally published at https://raritania.blogspot.com.