For those who don’t care about politics, I do apologise if my recent posts have not held your interest (though I encourage you to have a good think about your apparent lack of social and intellectual responsibilities). Today’s post may be more palatable to those people who apparently think celebrity is more important than policy.
Russell Crowe, a well known actor, stomped out of an interview with Mark Lawson, because he (Lawson) questioned whether or not his (Crowe’s) “English” accent in his (Crowe’s) new film had a bit of the Irish in it. Having not seen the film, I cannot testify as to whether or not this was a fair question (though I do wonder if groans, roars and mumbles can actually have any accent). The fact remains that Lawson is an interviewer, his job is to question. Additionally, Russell Crowe is rather a manly, macho man and Mark Lawson is more potato than human, so I’m sure Crowe must have scared little Lawson to death.
I don’t hold much truck with barbarians who abuse their power but I hold even less for celebrities who throw strops in public. As a public figure myself, I have on a few occasions been asked questions I deemed inappropriate (bra size should remain private between a lady and her lingerie fitter); however, I recognise that I have a duty to my fans to maintain civility in all circumstances. Just because Russell Crowe made one great film in his lifetime doesn’t preclude him from acting like a grown-up, even if his ickle feelings get hurt by a perceived criticism. He needs to learn how to, as I’m sure he himself has shouted at many a crying child, “Stop acting like a crying child” and be a man.
I won’t be
going to see his film until he gets himself sorted. Truth be told, I don’t know why they cast a non-English actor in the role in the first place. And besides, I like my outlaws young and foxy, not Australian and brutish. I am too good of a person to mention Russell Crowe’s numerous hissy fits throughout the years. I wouldn’t stoop so low. However, even in isolation, what this tells me is here is a man with an anger problem. I would strongly suggest he contact a professional about the issue. Perhaps he and Sean Penn could take a class together. It’s always good to have a study buddy. Regardless of how he remedies the problem, he needs to remedy the problem.
Everyone Needs an Algonquin 
The universe works. I wondered if Everybody Needs an Algonquin was a reference to the Round Table and so dropped by and was delighted to read the heading, “Won’t Someone Stop Russell Crowe?”, a being I could live without.
Loathsome may be too strong a word. My regard for him lies somewhere between loathsome and “Ewe!”
I suppose I had hoped we had advanced beyond god worship. I hadn’t heard much from Sean Connery recently, a pleasant respite from that “I am so desired and desireable, and so masculine, musk pours from my pores and anyone passing is overwhelmed and driven into ecstacies of adoration.”
I could recite a litany of bad behaviors, butit is enough to know others are onto Crowe.