Saturday 30 May 2015
Robert De Niro addresses the class of 2015- a good read and chuckle
Robert De Niro addresses the class of 2015
Last week Robert DeNiro addressed the student body at NYU Tisch School of the Arts,
telling them: “You made it. And you’re f–ked.” The brilliant, esteemed New York
actor failed to elaborate, exactly, the nature of the students’ f–kedness.
He went on to talk about choices, and the (artistic) passion that clouds the
common sense needed to make practical ones. But his first sentiment — which
inelegantly expressed the sense of doom that surrounds an artist’s life — was
typical of the kind of thing that older generations say to younger generations
so that younger generations will feel incapable of experiencing the kind of life
that people like DeNiro have lived. He could have told them other things.
He could have told them not to make the same mistakes as him, and to learn from
the dubious career path by which he has succumbed.
Robert DeNiro could have told the kids not to make awful movies after
establishing himself as one of our great living actors. He could have told them not
to trust Hollywood, because Hollywood has suckered him into Meet the Fockers and
Little Fockers and Meet the Parents and Grudge Match and
The Score. He could have told them that just because you are good and
legendary and you can write your own ticket, you shouldn’t settle for anything
less. He could have told them to push and push and push to create great art
even when money calls you forward. He could have told them to resist fame
and the lure of being in the public eye. He could have told them that making
a great film will last beyond any absurd commercial box office smash.
He could have told them to remember what made you — fearlessness, devotion
to craft, the love of art — and to never betray that, no matter how big the
director or how powerful the studio. He could have told them to observe
these mistakes, and feed off of them. He could have told them anything other than, “You’re f–ked.”
Robert De Niro could have told the kids not to make awful movies
after establishing himself as one of our great living actors
Before Bill Cosby was outed as a predator, he told director Melvin Van
Peebles an instructive and important thing: “In order to achieve your
dream, you have to wake up from your dream.” Great artists have to know
what to find before they can ever find it. Neil Young might have seemed
like a wandering hippie, but he dreamed up “Rust Never Sleeps” in a single
moment, and, months later, was staging a trans-continental tour. Bob
Dylan was the same — the regenesis of Woody Guthrie in modern times —
and so are Rush. The idea for their new tour was conceived in a flash,
and awhile later, it hit the road. Great artists know that the pursuit
will hurt, and some won’t ever recover; we lose art, and artists,
every day. Some become lawyers and some become accountants, and this
is something DeNiro also mentioned in his speech. But my dad was an
accountant and he raised two artists as kids. I was probably less
f–ked because he had a job and a life and a career. Maybe that’s
something DeNiro could have told the kids: Your parents. Their support
. Don’t be ashamed and don’t mortgage their goodwill to pretend to
be someone you aren’t.
I wish DeNiro had said: Don’t make bad movies if you can help it. Aspire
to be a new creation every time. Try to claw against the shell that
hardens around you as you age and point the way forward even as you
grow grey and bearded and infirm, telling the kids: “Follow me.” The
older generation has a duty to show the younger generation what it’s
like to be an aging artist — aging artists are successful artists because
e it means they’re still doing it — and to show them how the world looks
from here. DeNiro could have evoked the words of musician Nick Lowe,
who said: “I want kids to come to my show and say, ‘Man, I can’t wait
to get old.’ A life in art isn’t about being f–ked. It’s about
continuing to be f–ked and f–ked and f–ked while riding into the
great and beautiful evermore.
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