This is the first article about Shia LaBeouf I have read that doesn’t start with a disclaimer along the lines of “I don’t care about Shia LeBeouf.” If people didn’t care, they wouldn’t be writing a bog/think piece about him, they’d be concocting True Detective Theories (The Yellow King isn’t famous anymore). I’m relatively confident that the authors claim that this generation is the softest in western civilization has been said about every new generation. I’m not convinced. “The golden age was never the current age.” One cliche deserves another. Maybe it just seems that whenever a member of a culture/generation/whatever points out all of its culture’s/generation’s/whatever’s faults they seem to expect some sort of catharsis or absolution. I agree and disagree, and start to get confused. “deluded self-destruction is a necessary rung on the ladder to enlightenment.” I think that Shia LaBeouf attempting to turn his very public missteps into art reflects our society, and it embodies both good and awful things about our culture not because we are all entitled, soft, and weak people who need to destroy our comfort and privilege to begin to become self aware. But rather, because as a culture what we so often aspire to is simply untenable. Fame without talent, action without consequence, art without sacrifice, blogging for a living.
I always tell myself, “When the seagulls follow the trawler, it’s because the think sardines will be thrown into the sea.”
We are both the seagulls and the trawler. We are Shia LaBeouf.