February 6, 2009 by MK
Christian Bale was right. There’s something to be said for perfectionism. Craftsmanship. Technique. When the stakes are high and you’re ripping yourself apart to get something right and some f*cking guy f*cking doesn’t do his job, it deserves a rhetorical beatdown of sorts. Everybody has their breaking point. Shane Hurlbut, you just met his.
After all, we’re talking about a guy who does stuff like this for a role:
Of course, Bale could have taken the high road. He could have even continued with the scene. But we can’t all be Tom Hanks. Some of us need to be taught like dogs every now and again. Step over the invisible fence and get zapped.
In a world of ever-cheapening standards and long-forgotten principles, it’s high time for rearrangement. Christian Bale is the Howard Beale of order. This isn’t a rant, it’s a clarion call to the lazy pigs among us. Get in line. Put down that bacon double cheeseburger. Step away from the TV. There are worse things than exercise. Take yourself seriously. Appreciate fastidiousness. Sloth is a deadly sin.
Act like it.
The Christian Bale’s among us are watching.