I love Jeff and Tim but...

Hmmm, I don't understand why you say that when people grow up they don't have time for "BS philosophical conversations anymore". If that is still important to someone, believe me, they take the time. Everyone doesn't change their values and their priorities when they get older. I wish I could talk to someone like that. It would be a pleasure.

Hi. Well, I'll give you the perspective of a guy in his mid 40s who in his younger years was one of these romantic bohemian artistic type. I don't have the arrogance to compare myself to the Buckleys. I just want to share some aspects of my life.

In my teens & 20s I burnt with an inner intensity, intoxicated with words & music. I sought out others like myself, the quirky, offbeat & creative. My mind swirled with words & imagery that I sought to capture on paper, infrequently got it published. Was loved by a ballerina, gothic girls & poetesses of random skill. I devoured novels & poetry compulsively, which bubbled back up thru my imagination,fueling it. I just assumed that I was gonna be a novelist, maybe even a good & famous one, but that wasn't the point. I felt that that I had "It", that intangible mixture of drive, creativity, inner voice and being in touch with the cultural zeitgeist of the moment that one can recognize with a genuine artist.

And yet, and yet, it all never quite clicked for me. Into my late 20s I continued with my poetry & short stories, but they grew less frequent, as did my reading of fiction. I suppose the 2 went hand in hand. Eventually I quit reading fiction altogether- it just came to feel like mental masturbation. And thus my writing fizzled out also. You know when you hear writers & artists say "I don't know what I would have done if I hadnt become an artist?" Well, it's damned frustrating, but life goes on & one struggles thru minimum wage jobs, never quite connecting, yet just getting along.

I've continued in the artistic fringes, always with a preference for the underground & experimental, but I am no longer one of that brotherhood, just another of the bystanders. That type of young woman who is drawn moth-like to the passionate flame of a brilliant imaginative boy is no longer drawn to me, because I am him no more. And that is just fine, because such beings no longer would work for me. Nowadays a different type of woman is drawn to what is now an inner glow, quieter & subtler & different.

First off, I want to point out that this movie takes place in 1991 when Jeff was 24 years old. You seem very critical of any artist type of personality because of your personal failings. Rather strange to criticize a movie version of a 24 year old and how your amazing maturity lets you now look down upon people like him.

"BS philosophical conversations". Philosophy is reflection and a search for deeper meanings. Kudos to you for leaving behind such worthless topics for thought and discussion. All chats with you must stay at the shallow surface level. Boy you sound like fun, at least when there's some interesting weather going on.

A man in his 30s can no longer charm the ladies according to you. This is another judgemental and idiotic statement.

I find your last criticism especially disgusting. You are essentially saying Jeff was so artsy and stupid that he took a dangerous risk that lead to his death. It was not reported anywhere that this is the case and you are making an assumption to fit your narrative.

I'm older than you and I sure hope I never grow up to be so judgemental and boring. So, all artistic people are just immature children who you have no time for anymore. Ever think maybe you just chose the wrong partners?

It's hard to look in the mirror when you can point the finger though, isn't it?