Just recently, some dude found an old home movie of Babe Ruth playing right field at Yankee Stadium...you see 8 seconds of Baltimore's own Babe out there, hands on knees, and you also see him take a called third strike. Not exactly "Gone With The Wind" in terms of cinema magic, but this happens to be the only footage anyone has of Ruth out there in the field, except for some of him tossing the ball around. And it's not as if he played for the Charlemagne All-Stars or even the Yankee Doodle Dandys of the American Revolution. He played in the 1910s, 20s and 30s. Not all that long ago. There are even people alive yet today who once saw the Sultan of Swat (who would turn that nickname down?) play. But until this guy cleaned out his grandfather's attic, no film of Babe afield was available.
Country legend Hank Williams died on New Year's Day 1953. I was even alive at that time. There is one clip of him performing on a tv show, and that's all. Plenty of still photos, no video. There's not a whole lot of film of Buddy Holly at work, either.
From, literally, the moment of birth on, there will be plenty of video available to those chronicling the lives of the generation currently being born. Take my darling Goddaughter Finley, whose crawl is now linked to my Facebook page so you can see her motorvating around the living room. Some day she will be famous and there will be no shortage of all these digital videos. It will have to be about a 6-hour True Hollywood Story!
And I'll sit there for every second. Glued to the screen!