apocalypto hypocritus
Friday 28 July 2006 | I like a cookie
In today’s gloating entertainment news, just reeking of schadenfreude:
Gibson acknowledges that “I did a number of things that were very wrong and for which I am ashamed. I drove a car when I should not have….I feel fortunate that I was apprehended before I caused injury to any other person. I acted like a person completely out of control when I was arrested and said things that I do not believe to be true and which are despicable….I am deeply ashamed of everything I said.”
Since Jesus had a BAC of .12 and was doing over 80 mph—and a member of ‘N Sync is GAY!—maybe it’s been Armageddon for quite some time already. I’m sure my grandparents would think so, were they still alive to be horrified and appalled by the Petronian decadence of these latter days. For to make matters even more entertaining, now it seems that The Passion of the Mel was perhaps influenced by anti-Semitism after all. I’m shocked, shocked I tell you.
Once inside the car, a source directly connected with the case says Gibson…then launched into a barrage of anti-Semitic statements: “Fucking Jews… The Jews are responsible for all the wars in the world.” Gibson then asked the deputy, “Are you a Jew?”
But wait that’s not all there’s more—do read further, to the moment when Our Lord calls a female officer “sugar tits.” [Impressively, the writer or editor of this otherwise awful exhibit of “entertainment journalism” realized that “almost continually” is redundant. Someone’s way too educated for his/her job.]
We apologize for the celebrity barrage, doubtlessly duplicated on every other blog from here to Kuala Lumpur—I only left my film critic gig a few weeks ago, and am still in recovery from having watched far too many brain-strangling summer sequelae (X-Men III, M:I-3, e.g.) in rapid succession. The Brujo has begun spoon-feeding me a cautious diet of Fellini and Kubrick until I attain full recovery. Though earlier this week we also watched Shaun of the Dead—I’m starting to remember that I used to like movies, before I had to crank out 4,000 words of copy a week regarding the silliest of them. Quotations from the script set me giggling and remind me of one of my favourite lines: “Oh for God’s sake—he’s got an arm off!”
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