Against our better judgment, we watched David Blaine’s Dive of Death last night and it was the most anti-climatic piece of self-indulgence we’ve ever seen. His final “trick” was a jump off a 44-foot ledge, assisted by cables that caught him before he touched the ground and then hoisted him away into the night where he “disappeared.” It was pathetic. We could hear the audience booing just like we were on our couch.
Wack, weak, lame, boo!