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Kim Jong Il is dead, and the confirmation of this is something I had been waiting for, as I have long suspected that he had actually died years ago, and that the miracle of photoshop and an outsourced Hollywood publicist had kept him alive, rather than heart and lung machines. We had no way of truly knowing. There is no way of knowing what happens in North Korea and what doesn’t. What happens in North Korea stays in North Korea. It keeps its lurid secrets within its borders, the strange armies with their Rockette’s kicking walk, looking like soldiers from another time, a time that is not now. They are fairly comical, a militant vaudeville. when I see the North Korean border guards with their straight legs march, I half expect them to get in a line and link arms as the camera swings to an aerial view so we can watch them go around in a circle as a grand finale. North Korea is an unsolved mystery. I once had family there, and now the family ties, cut for so long because of the separation of the Koreas into north and south, have healed over into non-existence. Perhaps there is a scar there, an infinitesimal tear in some great grandmother’s conscience, but I don’t even know her. No one in my family remembers her name, so its like she never existed. We from the south and we from the north now are separate and at best, indifferent. At worst, hateful in the terrible way of civil war and the brutal animosity of a country divided is capable of. Do we despise ourselves more when we are ourselves? When I got the part of Kim Jong Il in the fantastic television program 30 Rock, I approached the role with the zeal of Cate Blanchett transforming herself into Bob Dylan. I remembered once I heard a story of the celebrated actress Glenn Close being seen wearing dark glasses and waiting for a wheelchair in an airplane, feeling the air in front of her as if she were blind, and thinking this is what an actor must do to prepare. Live it. Do it for real. Since I had no access to an entire nation of people I could force into simultaneously holding up pieces of cardboard in a stadium to create stunning, momentary, very large pixilated propagandist images that rival any sophisticated computer animation done in South Korea, I had to do a YouTube search. I found nothing. Kim Jong Il isn’t up on YouTube. Nothing. No one got anything of him – not nowhere. Not ABC, not BBC, not TMZ. No one got nothing on the guy. Kim Jong Il’s image was tightly controlled to the point there was no way of finding out what he actually sounds like, at least in my usual suspects of search engines. Perhaps you have better search engines than I, but I looked for days and came up empty handed despite all the cursing I did and all the tapping I did with my cursor, so I decided to base my portrayal of him on my mother, which was a good enough guesstimate, as the episode for me went smashingly well. Even though the role was obviously comedic, on what is one of the funniest shows on television (one scene imagines Kim Jong Il in Alex Baldwin’s famed coffee is for closers soliloquy from Glengarry Glen Ross) when I put on the fat suit (yes it’s a fat suit – that is not my gut) and Amy Poehler’s borrowed wig from SNL and no makeup because KJI and I have the same face (!), I felt tragic. I felt sick and sad for the people on the North Korean side of my family who died without ever getting to know me, or hating me just because we happened to live on one side of a suddenly come into existence line. My heart broke for a country cut off from the rest of the world, whose only representative is a crazed megalomaniac who fancies himself a polymath, like Leonardo da Vinci or Walt Disney or Woody Allen or Thomas Edison, a truly singular artiste, who can not only play the most incredible golf, he also directs films and is half man-half diety (also half size) as well as being a full time dictator. Now that he is dead I would like to know what he really sounds like. Let me hear so I can truly do him justice.
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Kim Jong Il je mrtav, a potvrda za to je nešto što sam čekala, kao što sam već dugo sumnja da je on zapravo umro prije nekoliko godina, a da je čudo Photoshop i vanjske Hollywood publicist držao ga na životu, a ne srce i pluća strojevi. Nismo imali način doista zna. Ne postoji način znajući što se događa u Sjevernoj Koreji, a što ne. Što se događa u Sjevernoj Koreji ostaje u Sjevernoj Koreji. On čuva svoje tajne jeziv unutar svojih granica, čudnih vojske sa svojim Rockette je udaranje hoda, izgleda kao vojnika iz nekog drugog vremena, a vrijeme koje se ne sada. Oni su prilično smiješno, militantni vodvilj. kad vidim Sjeverne Koreje graničara sa svojim ravnim nogama ožujka, očekujem ih da se u skladu i povezati ruke kao kamera ljuljačke na pogled iz zraka, tako da možemo gledati ih ići okolo u krug kao veliko finale. Sjeverna Koreja je neriješeno misterij. Jednom sam imao obitelj tamo, a sada su obiteljske veze, izrezati tako dugo zbog odvajanja Koreja na Sjever i Jug, ozdravi više u nepostojanju. Možda je ožiljak ima, infinitezimalni suza u neke velike bake savjesti, ali nemojte ni poznavao. Nitko u mojoj obitelji pamti njezino ime, pa se kao da nikada nije ni postojao. Mi s juga i mi sa sjevera sada su odvojeni i, u najboljem slučaju, ravnodušna. U najgorem slučaju, pun mržnje u strašnom putu građanskog rata i brutalne neprijateljstvo zemlje podijeljen je sposoban. Da li smo sami preziru više kad smo sami? Kada sam dobio ulogu Kim Jong Il u fantastičnog televizijskom programu 30 rock, prišao sam ulogu s gorljivošću Cate Blanchett sebe pretvarajući Boba Dylana. Sjetio sam jednom čuo sam priču o slavnom glumicom Glenn Close vidio nosi tamne naočale i čeka invalidska kolica u zrakoplovu, osjećajući zrak ispred sebe, kao da je ona bila slijepa, a misleći to je ono što glumac mora učiniti kako bi pripremiti. Uživo ga. Učinite to za stvarno. Budući da sam imao pristup cijelom narodu ljudi sam mogao prisiliti istovremeno drži komada kartona na stadionu stvoriti fantastične, trenutna, vrlo velike neobičan propagandist slika koje suparnika bilo sofisticirani računalni animacije učinio u Južnoj Koreji, morala sam raditi traži YouTube. Nisam pronašao ništa. Kim Jong Il nije se na YouTubeu. Ništa. Nitko nema ništa od njega - nije nigdje. Ne ABC, ne BBC, ne TMZ. Nitko nema ništa na čovjeka. Kim Jong Il je slika čvrsto je pod kontrolom do te mjere da ne postoji način da saznate što je zapravo zvuči kao, barem u mom uobičajenih osumnjičenih za tražilice. Možda imate bolje tražilice nego što sam, ali sam gledao danima i došao praznih ruku unatoč svim kletve sam učinio i sve prisluškivanje sam učinio sa svojim kursor, pa sam odlučio da se temeljiti svoju portret njega na moju majku, koja je dovoljno dobar guesstimate, kao epizoda za mene otišao potresno dobro. Iako je uloga bila je očito komedija, na što je jedan od najzabavnijih emisija na televiziji (jedna scena misli Kim Jong Il u Alex Baldwin je glasoviti kava je za zatvaračima monologa iz Glengarry Glen Ross), kada sam stavio na masti odijelo (da je to masti odijelo - to nije moja crijeva) i Amy Poehler je posudio perika od SNL i bez šminke, jer KJI i ja imamo istu lice (), osjećao sam se tragično. Osjećao sam se loše i tužno za ljude na sjevernokorejski strane moje obitelji koji je umro bez uzimajući me znaju, ili me mrze samo zato što smo se dogodilo da živimo na jednoj strani iznenada došao u postojanje linije. Moje srce razbio u zemlji odsječen od ostatka svijeta, čiji je jedini predstavnik bjesomučan megalomanskim koji sam Polymath, kao što su Leonardo da Vinci ili Walt Disney ili Woodyja Allena ili Thomasa Edisona, uistinu jedinstvenom artiste fancies, koji ne mogu samo igrati najviše nevjerojatan golf, on je također usmjerava filmova i pola čovjek-pola diety (i pola veličine), kao i da puno radno vrijeme diktator. Sada kada je mrtav Želim znati što on zapravo zvuči. Dopustite mi da čujem kako sam doista može ga učiniti pravdu.