Heathcliff ledger biography of barack
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The birth of a great artist
- Born Heathcliff Andrew Ledger in Perth, Australia to Sally and Kim Ledger. He is named after the character in Wuthering Heights.
- He enrolls in Guildford Grammar School.
- He is part of the Kalamunda Field Hockey team of which his father is president.
- His aunt dies of lung cancer, an event he says changed his outlook on life.
- At 16, he graduates high school early in order to become an actor and moves to Sydney with his friend Trevor DiCarlo.
- He joins the Globe Shakespeare Company in Perth, Australia.
- Portrays a gay cyclist in the Australian TV series, Sweat.
- He stars in the Fox drama, Roar, and begins dating co-star Lisa Zane. The series lasts for one season.
- Makes his film debut in Blackrock, an Australian film.
- Stars in an Australian film, Two Hands.
- Stars in The Patriot with Mel Gibson and does his own stunts. He was chosen for the part because the producers and
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Last night, I saw “Batman, the Dark Knight” for the first time. Aside from being a great movie and featuring ridiculous good performances from the late Heath Ledger and others, it got me thinking. I’ve noticed a huge shift in the way movie makers are portraying both reality and fantasy since 9/11. First, there is the obvious increase in the number of movies about governmental intrigue, CIA spy junk, invasion of privacy and other things reflecting and amplifying reality. However, yesterday I noticed that the Joker was referred to as a “terrorist” several times in the movie.
Let’s think about this: a comic book villain whose sole motivation is to sow chaos and destroy civilization is being equated directly with people who reap violence in order to achieve a political or military goal. The last time we saw the Joker, he was a brilliant but somewhat goofy character in Jack Nicholson who when killing people turned them into caricatures of death in a grotesquely cute way with exagge
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The James Dean Effect
On a break from thesising late this January, I opened my web browser to The New York Times Web site and was greeted by chills running down my spine. Tucked away on the bottom-right corner of the screen, below headlines about flailing financial markets and the South Carolina primaries were the puzzling words: “Heath Ledger Found Dead.”
I think it’s fair to säga that many members of my generation who grew up alongside “10 Things I Hate About You,” “A Knight’s Tale,” and “Brokeback Mountain” were thrown into shock. The news spread remarkably fast by text message, email, and Facebook post, and for days the actor’s tragic passing featured prominently in almost all of my conversations with friends.
A recurring theme of these conversations was how strangely significant the loss had been to us—this was the first time in our memory that we had lost a movie star. Heath Ledger was our Marilyn Monroe, our James Dean. He had joined the regretful ranks of stars immortali