The first time I saw David on TV, he was performing magic tricks for people on the street. The tricks were very entertaining, and Dave played the “supernatural weird guy” persona well. I liked him right away.
Today, he’s abandoned magic for these silly stunts. As I type this, he’s hanging upside-down in Manhattan for one reason or another. Honestly, I don’t care. And that’s because there’s nothing at stake. The whole thing will culminate in a prime-time TV special, after which they’ll tear down the scaffolding and everyone will go home.
The result of success is no different than the result of failure, so there’s no reason to get emotionally involved. It’s like watching a sporting event between two teams you’ve never heard of.
I wish he’d return to tossing playing cards into beer bottles. At least that was fun.
I don’t get it. Really, I can think of nothing more boring than watching David Blaine hanging upside down.
I don’t know, I was suddenly perked up. Maybe because the first word that came to mind when I saw the picture was piñata…
I remember those first shows where he was interacting with people on the street. I really liked them and I wish he would go back to that, but I guess he is too big a “star” now to do that. Thank goodness my television was out and my attention diverted because of Ike and I didn’t have to pay the least bit of attention to this.