Does anyone want to be a fake? Does anyone want to be the person who he or she actually is?
Absolutely yes to both questions. Absolutely no to both questions. Yes to either question is no to both questions, and no to either question is yes to both questions.
Everyone wants to have been a fake. Everyone wants it to turn out that he always was really who she turns out really to have been, all along, better, not that other thing you thought she was. Everyone wants for it to be obvious that either was always essentially the other, just somehow misread, superficially.
The Beaver trailer and the Beaver mash-up trailer are the same trailer because no one who ever heard Mel play Mel can hear anything else when Mel plays anyone else, and The Beaver can only be “the Beaver,” which is clearly not a beaver, nor anyone’s beaver, but is a piece of trash through which Mel or Jodie reveal themselves to be discard-able puppets, fake beavers, trash.
Scott and me, Mel and Jodie, the Beaver though not the beaver, want to be recognized authentically succeeding – recognized as we are, but “are” in the sense of no longer the same as whatever we were wrongly thought to have been or could have been known to have been – recognized therefore not for our mere success, always already a past success belonging to what we were or could have been known to have been, but for our succeeding further, and not just recognized by merely anyone, but by someone capable of authentically recognizing our succeeding further and thus inauthenticating our supposed failure. We all want to impress Jodie Foster. We all want what-we-were-not to be recognized as such, as fake. We all want to be the person we actually are becoming in being authentically recognized in further succeeding – the person we actually are.