Monday, June 06, 2005

Crowe, Schmoe

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.

3 comments:

Paulnojustpaul said...

Dear World,

About Russell Crowe.

Sorry.

signed,

Australia.

Merujo said...

Awww, Paul!

Don't worry - we don't hold Russell Crowe against you. I tend to think of him as just another Hollywood boob when he pulls stuff like this.

Australia rocks! Hope to make it there someday!!! :-)

paulnojustpaul said...

Mi casa e su casa. Most welcome for a stay, a beer, or tea without respect[*] any time Merujo! Be lovely to finally chat in the same room one day (and see if I can top one of Sasquatch's hugs. :-)

[*] my first-equal fave story of yours, tied with the Murmansk encounter.