Mr. Williams will disappear to work on His Narrative. The usual redemptive cycle dictates: silence, a Big Interview (does Oprah still earn this get?) There will be tears. The public mea culpa that's really about how important this is to journalism, not Brian Inc.
In the same week, filled with fanfare for the uncommon man, "Birdman," a story of how brutal it is to age in the entertainment industry ("A revelation!" said no one in the San Fernando Valley, ever) seems to have a new lock on the Oscars (see DGA).
And Bruce Jenner moves to A-list get, after being D-list detritus. A man who made a pact with the devil (see television, reality) allowing cameras to view him doing everything but taking a dump, so long as some of his underachieving baggage of a family can wander into the frame and whine. Now, Bruce vants to be alone. Except to talk to The Last Standing Journalist in the U.S., Diane Sawyer.
See a pattern here?
The lessons learned in 2015 America: Golly but it's darned hard to be in show business, folks! Be ye celebrity anchor with a swelling tale that must be told-slash-recanted; a fictional everyman-action hero facing male menopause's predictable ravages with cool accoutrements, the St. James Theater (what does a 60-year-old unemployed insurance salesman do without a dressing room to trash?); or a narcissistic Olympian whose self-exploitation has been self-parody for a least a decade, who finally has a reason for us to sit up and pay close attention. Oh, the ironies.
I miss Joan Rivers.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 2/8/15 at 06:08 AM