FLIPPING through the
newspapers (bah! Who am I KIDDING? Printed media is dead. It's all electronic media today) - and it's provided me with an opportunity to reflect upon on something I don’t think I've pondered much since I stopped grappling with essay deadlines about the motivation of doomed literary characters
And not too far removed are the motivations of doomed actors. The question that I am pondering now is: Is Mel Gibson stark raving mad?
Possibly. The media would have you believe so. And if so, has he always been mad; and it’s only now the whole glamorous affair has run aground - the spinning wheels stuck in the mire, splattering a handful of grunting helpers shoving away at the back of the stuck vehicle with muck and slime while everyone else stands around, gawking and pointing and shouting unhelpful advice?
Did he start off quite sensible, (if a bit over-awed by cheesey marketing manuals and motivational seminars), and have his head spun by the giddy heights of power? Or was he always bonkers?
Maybe he's just getting in touch with his primal side. In short, young, outdoorsy guys (and gold-digging bimbos with fake tits) steal their courage with a few bites of beef jerky before they play common practical jokes on North America's undiscovered great ape, Mel Gibson, who is known for his practical jokes..but he reacts with primal chagrin and hilarity ensues.
TV should be his next career...hopefully a reality TV show starring Mel as himself acting out his real life drama. Since he was dumped by William Morris, I volunteer myself as his agent and am entertaining offers on his behalf. Here's one idea I have for a reality show:
More fun with Mel: