HOUDINI OR DID SHE DONE HE? RIGINAL.
Don't know whether you guys and or some of the 'welcome floggers' on a night off watched the latest film spiel interpret on Houdini's life? Episodic as it was i stopped watching halfway through the second episode.
Not only was Houdini's script over exaggerated in my opinion re involvement with the German 'spy' task, but quite frankly i tired not of the great man's unknotting and supreme escapism...i got tired of listening to his whinging wife. She just pissed me off something awful with her portrayal as the fearful one, "don't do this Houdini, you'll end up dying,mark my words!" Then the spasms of grief personified.
The actor was a funny looking guy but indeed a great toned body one would have to have to enable one to do the stunts requiring dexterity and dislocation. Even with the inherent tricks and magic which go hand in manacled hands with any great showman's toolkit of expertise
Why was i perturbed about his wife's consternation? Simply this. If the writer's would have us believe she was so concerned then that concern was magnified in the eyes of the thousands that flocked to see an apparent mad escape artist risk death...seemingly by milliseconds. Though i'm not quite sure milliseconds were invented in that early time frame...though it is apparent that the wily little man did indeed front up for 'seconds' thus gaining a reputation somewhat overshadowed a little these days by some of our current crop of modern day death defying artists male and female.
So Houdini's wife rung her delicate little hands and suffered the vapors of a vexed woman. But did she not realize that the lavish life she lived in luxury dwellings (the writers would have us believe?) then wasn't the 'near death' stunts the main reason for her being able to rub chains, lock stock and shoulders/baubles, with the well- to- do gentry and the gasping admirers?
In other words, even back in those days people came to watch as do bullfighting crowds, the chance of something going wrong..."oh no!" they cry, but some don't when the man with the cape gets gored...it's a human condition call it what you may, some people of what proportion is a guesstimate...actually though they don't admit it perhaps...come for the danger real happening..."God forbid!" The reason ordinary people leave their commonsense home one day in a year to experience the thrill of 'near death sensation' at the 'bull run' through narrow streets,to perhaps make them feel in doing so...just a little bit more alive if they succeed? Of course some get gored up the backside but hey! "I wasn't!" And they gather in their droves the following year. Go figure. People like to watch gladiators in cars...on motorbikes. At the end of his career the great Eviel K warned an Aussie bike daredevil not to try to out jump him but he did. Off course like formula one bike riders few escape with bodies intact at careers end.
In other words Houdini wasn't happy doing mundane tricks like making elephants disappear and in the long run resorted back to those stunts which drew the big crowds...kept his wife in silk with the best food etc, dangerous succession of successful escapism reward. In Australia recently. Did a mother stop a young son from riding a genetically modified bull driven by madness to rid itself of the unwanted appendage on its back? Nup, she didn't. The young guy unapologetic when seconded to a wheelchair for life. You can't stop someone compelled to walk the edge of the unknown. Thus i just thought Houdini's wife was just a bit over the top with angst. Didn't stop her from kissing another guy at a party to make H jealous. The fear and hurt in his eyes probably a tad more than his calculated stunts could administer as in threat to his person?
Still, maybe she did care, and if she presented unfazed then perhaps people like me would remark, "what a cold fish that bitch is!" Whatever, one question of great importance remains. Where did that elephant vanish to? Don't elephant shit me! a hydraulic lift recessed? That is a bit like the 'invisible' elephant in the room...you would think it was apparent...not transparent?
Tomorrow i'm going to partake of a ritual danger i care not if i'm slated for. I'm going to attempt to get out of bed before lunch time. I've been sick. Then, the ultimate death defying stunt. Showering with no one to hang onto in case of a sudden slip. You see we all face danger in one form or other. I refuse to succumb to the ordinary. Have a death defying shower on me...or at least somewhere near me. I laugh at death...lately it grins back. :>)