Can somebody please medicate Russell Crowe? Or duct tape him to a chair when he's not actually doing interviews?
Talented actor? Yeah, sure. Stupid bumblef**k with an anger management problem? Definitely. This time, Crowe is on a roll. After badmouthing "Cinderella Man" co-star Craig Bierko at the end of last week, Crowe continues his lovefest by throwing a telephone at the concierge in his NYC hotel. Oy vey, Russell, buddy. Consider meditation. Seriously.
The bloated head of Russell Crowe
Now, I've personally been in some crappy telephone situations in my life. I've been in Central Asia where you can't get a phone to work across town, let alone across time zones. In Moscow, my phone was probably tapped more times than a truckload of kegs at a frat party. But never did I have a hissy fit about not being able to make a call and use it as an excuse to hit another human in the head with a phone.
I don't care how much moolah your movies make, Russell baby. Other human beings have value. I'll pass on "Cinderella Man", thanks. I have a bad taste in my mouth.