Rarely have I run across something so pointless, so ridiculous, and so disturbingly self-absorbed as David Blaine's "44 Days in a Box" gig. From what I could, once the media grabbed on to the "So how does he go to the bathroom?" angle, it went from being a ridiculous novelty act to somehow being a "newsworthy" ridiculous novelty act. Anyone out there care to clue me in as to why this farce was even moderately newsworthy? American soldiers are dying in Iraq, and CNN is speculating on Blaine's bathroom routine. Un-freakin'-beleevable....
Thousands of fans cheered the 30-year-old American who burst into tears as he emerged from the box, saying: "I love you all forever."
Blaine smiled as his transparent box was lowered to the riverbank by Tower Bridge on Sunday night.
"This has been one of the most important experiences of my life," he said.
"I have learned more in that little box than I have learned in years. I have learned how important it is to have a sense of humor and laugh at everything because nothing makes any sense anyway.
"I have learned how strong we all are as human beings.
"But most importantly I have learned to appreciate the simple things in life -- a smile from a stranger or a loved one, the sunrise and the sunset, everything that God has given us, I love you all so much."
So, what have we learned about David Blaine after 44 days? That he has a tenuous grip on reality? That he has an overdeveloped self-promotion gene? How about that he's a DUMASS who has somehow managed to make a spectacle of himself, and jackasses of all of us, for the past 44 days? This is truly the stuff that DUMASS AWARD wieners are made of.
