Walk Of Shame

I love the cinema, but I hate the movies.

It has just come to my attention that the three stars of the Harry Potter movies have been inducted into the Hollywood Walk Of Fame. Congratulations to the boy that portrays Harry, Emma Something, and the former fat kid. I've heard from countless eight-year-olds that you were all really super in your roles and that the films really made the books come to life. With buzz like that it's no wonder that you now share the sidewalk with John Wayne, Meryl Streep, Lucille Ball, and Gene Kelly.

Wait a minute. I detect a wee bit of sarcasm in that last paragraph. Yup, there it is. I think what I really meant to say was, "What the fuck do you three dinks deserve a star for?" I mean, be serious for a moment. Yes, the books are well written and yes, the movies are well done, but exactly how does this qualify the three of you for Hollywood immortality?

It was always my impression that a star on the Walk of Fame stood for a persons untiring devotion to his or her art, be it acting, directing, scoring, etcetera. I thought the honor of a star stood for years of service to the public, providing us with the laughter and tears we wish we could find in our real lives. I guess I was wrong. Apparently, you can get a star on the Walk of Fame for doing a line of coke off David Geffen's italian marble sink while simultaneously taking a crap and not missing the bowl. Who knew.

Enjoy your fifteen minutes kids, I certainly have.