Friday, August 31, 2012
MAN, WHY'D YOU HAVE TO GO AND DO THAT? VOL. 2
A while back, I wrote about the problems of separating an actor's personal life with his/her work. After that thing the other night, and a bit of reflection on same, I return with this official ruling: he may be better in movies than he is on stage, but Clint stays Clint. Doing live theater without a script is fucking hard. I've done it, and sometimes it's turned out okay, but getting there took a lot of rehearsal, which Clint didn't do because Clint's Clint and nobody fucking tells Clint what to do. So it ended up overshadowing everything else at the Republican convention. Which is no skin off my back, the Republicans can take a flying fuck at a rolling donut. Bottom line: the king stay the king. Clint stay Clint. End of discussion. If every actor or director had to agree with me a hundred percent on everything for me to be a fan, I'd only be able to watch my own stuff. If I want to disappear up my own asshole I'll score some acid and listen to OK Computer on loop for 72 hours, thank you very much. Shit, now you people know what I'm doing this Guy Fawkes Day. Oh well.