A Voice for the Ages
A topic of conversation was struck up on this very night. The topic? Who would replace Morgan Freeman as the voice of any and all relevant narratives? The time is near. The role....blatantly obvious. The cool, calm and collected actor who wove pearls of infinite wisdom while at the same time shouldering the plot of any given movie as a rock solid cornerstone upon which we placed all of our hopes.
Yet I found myself asking how we skipped the original voice. The man who, when breath left his lips, ushered forth a baritone so commanding....we had to listen. And we find ourselves entranced to this day.
I'm speaking of none other than the great James Earl Jones. Oh yes, you know. You know damn well. Mufasa. Darth Vader. Mr. Mertle from the Sandlot! TERRANCE MANN. Who's that you ask?! Well I'd counter that question with a resounding HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW?! For it's none other than his character from Field of Dreams. A little classic you may recall from 1989.
If movies were built with bricks then this man's voice alone was the mortar. Forget Morgan Freeman narrating your life. Forget Sigourney Weaver's lame-ass attempt at Planet Earth. Could you even fathom what you'd be able to accomplish with James's voice guiding you along your journey of life? You could construct empires. Topple Congress. Split the seas in two!!
Let us not forget the greats.
Quick nonsensical rule of thumb: If a man voices over an animated Disney character and forces us to tears....he is a legend.
The man's repertoire demands a statue of marble and gold. Much like the statues he could crumble with a merely a whisper.
We could build this temple people. For if we build it....they will come. Let them come.
James Earl. Mufasa. The original voice.