One comedian starred in a biopic of another comedian. It turned out that the real Andy Kaufman really read a copy of "The Great Gatsby" until the whole audience had finished. He also really abused women verbally and physically in public, and was booed and criticized. But let alone define him as a performance artist, he doesn't even define himself as an artist, but just says "a singer and dancer". In fact, it is really not difficult to create an accident. What is difficult is to cross the bottom line again and again to offend the audience. I don't say it's good, but it's hard. Most of today's "artists" only dare to tease the audience, and they hope to win flowers and money, so they have degrees and balances under the surface arbitrariness. But I don't think Andy's actions are based on any clear artistic concept, let alone say that he is a personality flaw. He constantly wants to be regarded as the focus of deep attention, and ordinary tickling can't keep this attention forever, but before this attention disappears, it turns into intense offense and irritation. It's hard to imagine what a disgusting public image he would have in the end if he hadn't died of a terminal illness at the age of 35. This ending, which is like a film and television drama, poured his comedy and absurd life into a tragic tail, which made the people around him and our later generations sigh with emotion. If it wasn't for cheating (someone thought it was fake, he was actually alive), this act was indeed quite successful, and I was even a little instinctively jealous.
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