Or, MAD ABOUT MEL
Let’s see — all from DEFAMER — mad about Mel:
(01.) Looks like they were mad in a good way, “…some people who were drinking with Mel…” who also released photos with Mel along along with their stories;
(02.) Mad in a taught, predictably tense-past-trendy way, Barbara Walters (who says she’s “…through with Mel Gibson movies…”); and,
(03.) Mad in a madness way, Arianna Huffington, who says Mel’s agent “should dump him as a client…”
Me, I am thinking that that is good weight to be clear of. And I’ll still see his movies. I’ll see anything that Arianna Huffington thinks is “bad,” “wrong” or “not worthy,” with very few questions asked.
There’s more: more screed from more swarming commentators; it’s getting rich, these tar-and-feather-blood-thirsty-vengeance-is-mine-because-you-stepped-on-my-sandal-or-some-sandal-somewhere people, “rich” as in, too rotund to enter the eye of the needle)…I never knew the term, “sugar tits” could elicit quite so much hate.
And, saving the most mad for last, (this is also from DEFAMER [thanks]), I have to include this on my own site just because it is so precious in the LORD OF THE RINGS way:
“Super” “agent” Ari Emanuel got on the telephone (where else) and into the HUFFINGTON POST (predictable) and asked, nay, threw down the gauntlet (was it, the “you’ll never work in this town again” one, or, was it the “no one will return your calls if you don’t do what I ask” one, or, perhaps, “if you want to remain special to me, very special like I know you know I know you are right now, you’ll do what I ask” one, or even the “you OWE me” one), asked Hollywood “to take a stand by professionally shunning Mel Gibson and refusing to work with him, even if it means a sacrifice to their bottom line'” (“ARI’S FRUSTRATION OF THE DAY: BOYCOTTING MEL GIBSON DAY“).
Hollywood superagent Ari Emanuel — the brash, crass, fast-talking model for the brash, crass, fast-talking character in the HBO hit “Entourage” — has been ruffling feathers this summer in the understated little beach community of Watch Hill, R.I.
“He wears skintight, black-and-hot-pink golf clothes — like really high-tech, long-sleeved black Nike tops,” a Watch Hill denizen confided to Lowdown after observing Emanuel’s flashy West Coast ways. “I saw him golfing in a porkpie hat one time. This is the kind of place he would blend in if he wore madras on the course. He sticks out like a sore thumb.”
The amused Watch Hiller went on: “He drives around in a silver minivan. He’s also always on his phone headset. The golf course changed their cell phone rules because of him. He would always be on the headset on the driving range.”
And people such as that think GIBSON has a problem?! The madness — and this is but a tip of what’s out there about Mel Gibson, not from Mel Gibson (he’s apologized for his and he’s into recovery), this is but a tip of what’s active madness without remedy pervading the “film industry” — and this doesn’t even include the many thousands (if not more) phone calls that’ve zig-zagged all over town since Friday morning, in which the worst that can be imagined has undoubtedly been discussed.
Hollywood, your problem is you. What Hollywood never seems to realize is that a lot of people don’t WANT to eat lunch in that town again.