Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Dammit, Ennis. There are better ways to quit, y'know?



I can pick, off the top of my head, at least, at LEAST a half dozen celebrities I would have preferred go this year.
Suzanne Pleshette? Loved her. She was the original MILF, but she smoked her ass off and had already been around for 3 quarters of a century.
But for choices? Pick a show on VH1 and I could go with anyone.
What about Lindsay? Paris? Britney??
I would have expected this from any of them...

This is River Phoenix sucky. What's going to make this worse is when we all find out that he overdosed on prescription meds for pneumonia. This has the potential of being the least sexy Hollywood death during my tenure.

Dammit. This guy was the only reason I was gonna see the new Batman. It's gonna be so hard to watch now, thinking the whole time, "woah, nice perf, dead guy.".

And pity poor Terry Gilliam. This guy cant catch a break. His Don Quixote can't ride a horse because of his illness, then Tideland is accompanied by a disclaimer that we should all start thinking like little girls to understand the mystery of his film, then one of his leads dies mid filming.

Maybe this was the omen we should have been watching for:

The teaster ad for The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus.

Crap.
Suzanne Pleshette.
Heath Ledger.
Watch out, Brit.....

1 comment:

John said...

To be fair, Tideland was all his own damn fault.