My Worst Nightmare

Okay, maybe its not my worst nightmare.  But it's definitely up there.  What is it?  The thought of Nicolas Cage being immortal.

I can't stand Nicolas Cage.  My disclaimer is always the same, I love the movie Adaptation, but really it works out because his character is meant to be so dreadfully annoying in it.  I can't stand him in anything else, and I refuse to watch his movies.

How horrified was I today then to come across this creepy Civil War era photo of someone who looks just like him.  I really don't even know what to say to this since this is way more uncanny than seeing the face of Jesus in a piece of toast.  My horror also makes me wonder if there is a profit to be made out of this.  If I didn't hate Nicolas Cage so much, perhaps I could take the Jesus Toaster idea (which is AWESOME!  I want one so bad!) and make....toast of Nicolas Cage's face?  Absolutely not.  I hate his face so much; I could never stomach it.

One thing I love about this photo mystery is that, in some small way, it shows how truly unoriginal Nicolas Cage truly is.  I also love when literature and life intersect, and this is one day when it most definitely does.  I've been thinking about faces all week, and in general, I think about faces a lot. 

My favorite theorist, Barbara Johnson, got into "thing theory" in part because of an aversion to eating things with faces (she uses the example of an aversion to gingerbread men).  In literature, we are kind of obsessed with simulacra, and I love this trope in movies, like Paul Henreid in The Scar.  So, this whole face thing with the photograph is creating a real conundrum for me. I want to think about the uncanny similarities between these two faces, but I really can't think about Nicolas Cage anymore than I already have for this posting.