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Apparently Entertainment Tonight and The Insider were supposed to air Heath's drug video today, but after lots of PeeR pressure, they caved and cancelled.
But leave it up to me to find a clip somewhere online. Oops! I found a snippet:
And here's what he said, in case you can't understand: "I'm gonna get so much shit from my girlfriend..." Why, he's asked. "We have a baby together…Matilda..Matilda Rose." The tables at the party are filled with drugs. Ledger also talks about his drug use and other not so pretty things are seen. "I used to smoke five joints a day..." And that's not the only thing. It's being reported that Ledger also battled addiction to heroin, cocaine, alcohol and prescription pills.
How unfortunate that fame can do this to such a good person.
Heath had recently finished work on this summer's "Batman" sequel, "The Dark Knight," in which he plays a villain, the Joker. Christopher Nolan, the film's director, shared these memories:
One night, as I'm standing on LaSalle Street in Chicago, trying to line up a shot for "The Dark Knight," a production assistant skateboards into my line of sight. Silently, I curse the moment that Heath first skated onto our set in full character makeup. I'd fretted about the reaction of Batman fans to a skateboarding Joker, but the actual result was a proliferation of skateboards among the younger crew members. If you'd asked those kids why they had chosen to bring their boards to work, they would have answered honestly that they didn't know. That's real charisma—as invisible and natural as gravity. That's what Heath had.
Heath was bursting with creativity. It was in his every gesture. He once told me that he liked to wait between jobs until he was creatively hungry. Until he needed it again. He brought that attitude to our set every day. There aren't many actors who can make you feel ashamed of how often you complain about doing the best job in the world. Heath was one of them.
One time he and another actor were shooting a complex scene. We had two days to shoot it, and at the end of the first day, they'd really found something and Heath was worried that he might not have it if we stopped. He wanted to carry on and finish. It's tough to ask the crew to work late when we all know there's plenty of time to finish the next day. But everyone seemed to understand that Heath had something special and that we had to capture it before it disappeared. Months later, I learned that as Heath left the set that night, he quietly thanked each crew member for working late. Quietly. Not trying to make a point, just grateful for the chance to create that they'd given him.
Those nights on the streets of Chicago were filled with stunts. These can be boring times for an actor, but Heath was fascinated, eagerly accepting our invitation to ride in the camera car as we chased vehicles through movie traffic—not just for the thrill ride, but to be a part of it. Of everything. He'd brought his laptop along in the car, and we had a high-speed screening of two of his works-in-progress: short films he'd made that were exciting and haunting. Their exuberance made me feel jaded and leaden. I've never felt as old as I did watching Heath explore his talents. That night I made him an offer—knowing he wouldn't take me up on it—that he should feel free to come by the set when he had a night off so he could see what we were up to.
When you get into the edit suite after shooting a movie, you feel a responsibility to an actor who has trusted you, and Heath gave us everything. As we started my cut, I would wonder about each take we chose, each trim we made. I would visualize the screening where we'd have to show him the finished film—sitting three or four rows behind him, watching the movements of his head for clues to what he was thinking about what we'd done with all that he'd given us. Now that screening will never be real. I see him every day in my edit suite. I study his face, his voice. And I miss him terribly.
Back on LaSalle Street, I turn to my assistant director and I tell him to clear the skateboarding kid out of my line of sight when I realize—it's Heath, woolly hat pulled low over his eyes, here on his night off to take me up on my offer. I can't help but smile.
That's it! I can't take it anymore! I want to move to LA right now!
I've wanted to live there all my life, and now that I'm almost old enough to move out on my own, I want to do it. I want to work at a movie studio and live the Hollywood dream. If movie roles or record contracts come my way, then so be it. I want to be famous and have a great life--instead of living like I am now. It's so boooring. I want to have nice weather everyday and go to the beach; I want to live in a nice home and not worry about bills; I want to meet lots of interesting people and go to award shows; I want to have fun!
But I know many people will say that's unrealistic. Well, that's maybe what you think! But for me, I can do anything and I will do what I dream.
James Dean once said: "Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today." He meant that people should live in the moment instead of waiting for something good to come along. I want to move out to LA now. I don't want to wait 10 years when I'm all washed up. I want to live life now!
I was sitting there eating my after-school snack when all of a sudden I got a phone call with tragic news. I couldn't believe my ears; I kept yelling, "What?!? What?!? Are you sure? No way!" But it was true.
I turned on CNN and checked online--sure enough he was gone.
It's quite sad that someone with such talent is gone. His career was just kicking off and something awful took his life.
I first saw Heath in "10 Things I Hate About You" and fell madly in love with his smile. And who could forget his singing...
Heath's death was just as shocking as James Dean's, back in 1955. Millions of fans were stunned when they learned the rising star had been killed in a horrible car crash. And now in 2008, the world still remembers him for the three movies he did. Luckily for Heath we got to see a slightly larger spectrum of talent from him.
I'm sure we'll still be getting breaking news each week about Heath's death, but I don't want to hear rumors and speculation. I want to know the god damn truth! I want to know what really happened...if Mary-Kate essentially killed him...if he overdosed on cocaine...if the masseuse drugged him--whatever! I want to know so that the crazy tabloid crap will stop and Heath will just be remembered for his great acting and wonderful personality instead of what a 'druggie or alcoholic' he was.
I'm sure if I'd known Heath I would've like him. Either way I'll always miss him and never forget that smile. Rest in peace, mate.
Heath had recently finished work on this summer's "Batman" sequel, "The Dark Knight," in which he plays a villain, the Joker. Christopher Nolan, the film's director, shared these memories:
One night, as I'm standing on LaSalle Street in Chicago, trying to line up a shot for "The Dark Knight," a production assistant skateboards into my line of sight. Silently, I curse the moment that Heath first skated onto our set in full character makeup. I'd fretted about the reaction of Batman fans to a skateboarding Joker, but the actual result was a proliferation of skateboards among the younger crew members. If you'd asked those kids why they had chosen to bring their boards to work, they would have answered honestly that they didn't know. That's real charisma—as invisible and natural as gravity. That's what Heath had.
Heath was bursting with creativity. It was in his every gesture. He once told me that he liked to wait between jobs until he was creatively hungry. Until he needed it again. He brought that attitude to our set every day. There aren't many actors who can make you feel ashamed of how often you complain about doing the best job in the world. Heath was one of them.
One time he and another actor were shooting a complex scene. We had two days to shoot it, and at the end of the first day, they'd really found something and Heath was worried that he might not have it if we stopped. He wanted to carry on and finish. It's tough to ask the crew to work late when we all know there's plenty of time to finish the next day. But everyone seemed to understand that Heath had something special and that we had to capture it before it disappeared. Months later, I learned that as Heath left the set that night, he quietly thanked each crew member for working late. Quietly. Not trying to make a point, just grateful for the chance to create that they'd given him.
Those nights on the streets of Chicago were filled with stunts. These can be boring times for an actor, but Heath was fascinated, eagerly accepting our invitation to ride in the camera car as we chased vehicles through movie traffic—not just for the thrill ride, but to be a part of it. Of everything. He'd brought his laptop along in the car, and we had a high-speed screening of two of his works-in-progress: short films he'd made that were exciting and haunting. Their exuberance made me feel jaded and leaden. I've never felt as old as I did watching Heath explore his talents. That night I made him an offer—knowing he wouldn't take me up on it—that he should feel free to come by the set when he had a night off so he could see what we were up to.
When you get into the edit suite after shooting a movie, you feel a responsibility to an actor who has trusted you, and Heath gave us everything. As we started my cut, I would wonder about each take we chose, each trim we made. I would visualize the screening where we'd have to show him the finished film—sitting three or four rows behind him, watching the movements of his head for clues to what he was thinking about what we'd done with all that he'd given us. Now that screening will never be real. I see him every day in my edit suite. I study his face, his voice. And I miss him terribly.
Back on LaSalle Street, I turn to my assistant director and I tell him to clear the skateboarding kid out of my line of sight when I realize—it's Heath, woolly hat pulled low over his eyes, here on his night off to take me up on my offer. I can't help but smile.
Very touching. I can't wait to see Heath as the Joker.
That's it! I can't take it anymore! I want to move to LA right now!
I've wanted to live there all my life, and now that I'm almost old enough to move out on my own, I want to do it. I want to work at a movie studio and live the Hollywood dream. If movie roles or record contracts come my way, then so be it. I want to be famous and have a great life--instead of living like I am now. It's so boooring. I want to have nice weather everyday and go to the beach; I want to live in a nice home and not worry about bills; I want to meet lots of interesting people and go to award shows; I want to have fun!
But I know many people will say that's unrealistic. Well, that's maybe what you think! But for me, I can do anything and I will do what I dream.
James Dean once said: "Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today." He meant that people should live in the moment instead of waiting for something good to come along. I want to move out to LA now. I don't want to wait 10 years when I'm all washed up. I want to live life now!
I was sitting there eating my after-school snack when all of a sudden I got a phone call with tragic news. I couldn't believe my ears; I kept yelling, "What?!? What?!? Are you sure? No way!" But it was true.
I turned on CNN and checked online--sure enough he was gone.
It's quite sad that someone with such talent is gone. His career was just kicking off and something awful took his life.
I first saw Heath in "10 Things I Hate About You" and fell madly in love with his smile. And who could forget his singing...
Heath's death was just as shocking as James Dean's, back in 1955. Millions of fans were stunned when they learned the rising star had been killed in a horrible car crash. And now in 2008, the world still remembers him for the three movies he did. Luckily for Heath we got to see a slightly larger spectrum of talent from him.
I'm sure we'll still be getting breaking news each week about Heath's death, but I don't want to hear rumors and speculation. I want to know the god damn truth! I want to know what really happened...if Mary-Kate essentially killed him...if he overdosed on cocaine...if the masseuse drugged him--whatever! I want to know so that the crazy tabloid crap will stop and Heath will just be remembered for his great acting and wonderful personality instead of what a 'druggie or alcoholic' he was.
I'm sure if I'd known Heath I would've like him. Either way I'll always miss him and never forget that smile. Rest in peace, mate.
You know what's a good song: Embraceable You by The Starlite Orchestra.
I'm listening to it right now on XM Radio and it's just so pretty. Almost makes me want to cry.
But if I cried right now my tears would turn into icicles since it's FREEZING outside!
Ciao!