The real life Alfred of Christian Bale is not as dignified or worthy of him. Harrison Cheung was just a fan boy. I was curious as to read the book written by this vile man who labeled himself the creator of Bale's popularity and phenomena and one can easily detect the greed, the betrayal and the envy the toad had for Christian. How conflicted I felt for Christian but all the conflict were because I adored him more. The conflict were of sadness, of rallying for him, of reassurance and of desire to leave the man to his privacy, not to mention, to hold him in higher regards, more than just admire him for his dedication to immerse himself in his craft. If Cheung's goal to write the vile book about Christian was meant as a deterrent, it was a failure to the maximum degree. How dare he wrote such cruelty? Burn in hell, Cheung.
Long after your star has burnt out, you will be forever my most beloved actor, Christian.
In a perfect world, all of Christian's films would gross higher than The Dark Knight. And he wouldn't have to give up his privacy.
I read a study that says whatever you fear the most will manifest and appear in your life. I am extremely fearful, frightened to death by the man to whom this page is dedicated. Just saying...