method acting.

Apparently Woody Harrelson attacked a photographer because he thought he was a zombie.
Heartening that acting is a career in which one can claim legitimate reason for abandoning reality.

That--Woody Harrelson and his method-- is the dark side of Filmmaking. Lets look to the light. To where our humanity is illuminated, with all its futility and foibles. Where is this more apparent then in late 80s cinema? First I'd like to consider the film, Three Men and a Baby (1987). This movie is a poignant glimpse into man's relationship to his own aging. Consider the philosophy of Martin Buber, in which man's identity is determined by the "other." In this instance the other is "Baby". "Baby" being other, man cannot be baby. Man is adult. Yet adult cannot perform basic functions like changing diapers. Is man therefore useless, infirm? Lets look deeper. Weekend at Bernie's (1989). This film embarks upon a thorough examination of how middle aged men confront the reality of death. It pays homage to traditions such as Dia de los Muertes, which can be seen as attempts to regain control by laughing at death. The corpse becomes a toy. The goal is to convince others he is still alive, while shacking up in his happenin' pad. Life continues in the midst of death, yet one cannot escape the reality of the big stinky corpse sporting shades at the supermarket. Like Bernie's chest hair is there, so too is death. Bernie. Tom Selleck. They are the unsung everymen, champions of humanity in this journey called life.

Eat your heart out Carl Jung.