What is it about David Blaine that just brings out the inner hater? Is it the Bambi-in-her-strung-out-years eyes? Is it the mysteriousity and self-importance of any magician? Or maybe it's the mere simplicity of what he does and his ability to create spectacle from the simplistic? Could it be that we mere field workers are jealous that one of our own has been chosen to work up in the big house?
Regardless, the images of him of late bring me back to a simpler time. Watching the sappy sweet John Travolta in the sappy sweet "Boy in the Plastic Bubble" evoked a demon at an early age. It is with vidid recall that poor John's bubble-trouble brought not tears to my eyes, but a curiousity of what would happen if one attached a hose to the bubble and filled it with water. (Bubblevolta had germ issues, so of course it would be distilled water).
So to answer the earlier questions, no, David Blaine doesn't make us bad people. He just reminds us of our potential.
