“The nation mourned,” Sarandon said. “I did feel a sense of responsibility, because I knew that people had a certain idea of how I was and who we were.”
For the record, Sarandon adds, “But on your deathbed, it’s not really going to matter how those people felt.”
Mourned? Really? Because an entertainment service monkey* who is past her prime split with another entertainment service monkey? To be perfectly honest, I didn’t even realize the chick from Rocky Horror Picture Show and the guy from Shawshank Redemption were even together. And I don’t care.
I don’t mourn the end of that relationship. I don’t really care how or who they are. I care who they can pretend to be. They exist to entertain me. When they stop entertaining me, they cease to exist in my world. I turn off the box, and they go away.
Really, I only mention it because it gives me the opportunity to use my favorite graphic. That never ceases to entertain me.