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Could this be the last of Mel?*
I have this ridiculously short attention span, and I'm afraid it's going to be darn near impossible for me to spend an entire week and a half giving more than a passing thought to Mel Gibson's passion play. There is the piteous Bill O'Reilly angle, but that boils down to an actual Hollywood STAR being nice to Bill. And of course the is the Entertainment Weekly "will this hurt Mel's career" angle, which I can only compare with Nipplegate in the 'Duh' department.
I mean, it's already old news isn't it, and I find it hard to care that Mel made the movie as a way to pull himself away from the brink of suicide. Lots of hooey as far as I'm concerned. If the act doesn't happen, it's like someone telling you a story about how they were almost late for work, or how a car almost hit them - 'came that close'. Oh. How about that.
Obviously, nobody talks about their successful suicide attempt: that's the one that ends up being interesting, the one where you say to yourself, "if I could have only talked to Kurt for five minutes." Yeah, that's the one that gets your attention for a while and really makes you shake your head.
Much worst in the "why-did-I-Have-to-Sit-Next-to-You sense of the word" are the half assed suicide attempts, you know, "I washed down a handful of Midol with a 40 oz Old English 800." That's the "Sorry, Jennifer, it was nice to meet you but I'm leaving Chicago now" story line.
The real bottom of the barrel is the 'I thought about hurling myself out of the window' story. Well, I thought about going to Kansas once but I didn't. End of story.
"I was looking down thinking, man, this is just easier this way .But that is the height of spiritual bankruptcy. There's nothing left." If a friend tells you this, you buy them a drink and change the subject. If Mel Gibson tells you this, your urge is to cast your eyes askance and mutter "Dude. Go write a fucking poem."
*on the pages of Fried Green al-Qaedas |