Bye Bye Blue Eyes
There was something serene about those ocean-blue eyes and that effervescent smile - they reminded one of a glorious summer day, of azure skies and aquamarine waves, of carefree, happy moments; they gave the assurance that everything will be alright in the end. There was something enchanting about Paul Walker.
My introduction to him, though, wasn't through the blockbuster franchise Fast and Furious, through which he endeared himself to millions as the cop with a golden heart. In fact, I had watched Brian O'Connor only once on the screen, in Fast Five.
My first Paul Walker moment came at Christmas time, six to seven years back, when I chanced upon this quaint holiday movie - Noel. He played a New York City cop, and looked supremely dashing. But there was more to it. With much delicateness and sensitivity, he portrayed the emotional turmoil that his character was going through, it tugged at my heartstrings; he didn't occupy a lot of screen time, but he captured my heart.
Then came Eight Below. A heroic, heartwarming tale.
Only recently, a couple of months back, I had watched the delightful Pleasantville and been happily surprised to find a cherubic, baby-faced Paul Walker in an endearing cameo.
Though I tend to stay far away from Hollywood's frenetic, feverish action spectacles, I had loved Fast Five, much to my own surprise. It was an action movie with a heart; one tended to look beyond the lightning fast cars, the awesome locales, the spectacular chase sequences, and delve into the psyche of the characters. This was one movie where you rooted for the guys on the other side of the line, because they were honest, because they held the bond of friendship sacred, because they had integrity.
After that morning, when I read about his untimely passing, I spent the entire weekend watching all the Fast and Furious movies. Brian O'Connor was veritably the heart of this series - he was the brother every guy wanted, he was the friend who would stand by you come hell or high water, he was the boy every girl dreamed of falling in love with.
He was a beautiful person, both inside and out. His impossibly blue eyes and blonde locks was the ultimate Hollywood glamor material. But vanity was never his vice; he strove towards things more tangible, more lasting. All this became much more clear to the adoring public when the profound impact of his foundation Reach Out Worldwide came to light after his demise. It is heartbreaking to think that his death should come at a time when he was surrounded by the people, the things and the causes that he so loved, it is so unbelievably cruel to have him snatched away from us. He was a hero not just on reel, but in real life too.
I will miss you Paul Walker, every Christmas I will still watch Noel, though it will be very tough to hold back the tears or quell that feeling of emptiness. It was too soon to bid goodbye.
My introduction to him, though, wasn't through the blockbuster franchise Fast and Furious, through which he endeared himself to millions as the cop with a golden heart. In fact, I had watched Brian O'Connor only once on the screen, in Fast Five.
My first Paul Walker moment came at Christmas time, six to seven years back, when I chanced upon this quaint holiday movie - Noel. He played a New York City cop, and looked supremely dashing. But there was more to it. With much delicateness and sensitivity, he portrayed the emotional turmoil that his character was going through, it tugged at my heartstrings; he didn't occupy a lot of screen time, but he captured my heart.
Then came Eight Below. A heroic, heartwarming tale.
Only recently, a couple of months back, I had watched the delightful Pleasantville and been happily surprised to find a cherubic, baby-faced Paul Walker in an endearing cameo.
Though I tend to stay far away from Hollywood's frenetic, feverish action spectacles, I had loved Fast Five, much to my own surprise. It was an action movie with a heart; one tended to look beyond the lightning fast cars, the awesome locales, the spectacular chase sequences, and delve into the psyche of the characters. This was one movie where you rooted for the guys on the other side of the line, because they were honest, because they held the bond of friendship sacred, because they had integrity.
After that morning, when I read about his untimely passing, I spent the entire weekend watching all the Fast and Furious movies. Brian O'Connor was veritably the heart of this series - he was the brother every guy wanted, he was the friend who would stand by you come hell or high water, he was the boy every girl dreamed of falling in love with.
He was a beautiful person, both inside and out. His impossibly blue eyes and blonde locks was the ultimate Hollywood glamor material. But vanity was never his vice; he strove towards things more tangible, more lasting. All this became much more clear to the adoring public when the profound impact of his foundation Reach Out Worldwide came to light after his demise. It is heartbreaking to think that his death should come at a time when he was surrounded by the people, the things and the causes that he so loved, it is so unbelievably cruel to have him snatched away from us. He was a hero not just on reel, but in real life too.
I will miss you Paul Walker, every Christmas I will still watch Noel, though it will be very tough to hold back the tears or quell that feeling of emptiness. It was too soon to bid goodbye.
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