The recently Mel Gibson Rantfest over at Radar Online has stopped their complete and utter witch hunt of a clearly sick man in need of electroshock to the nether regions long enough to post that a man so far down on the Alphabet List they have to invent at least 12 more letters before they get to him has joined the cast of Celebrity Rehab.
What’s the matter, Pinsky? Did you find out suddenly that you don’t mess with the Lohan?
Eric Roberts, who has been trying for a few years now to play bit character parts, hasn’t had a decent movie since…well, let’s face a little reality: We all liked Star 80, but not for him. Mind you I don’t mind seeing a portrayal of a dark, controlling, sick bastard, why else would I be on Radar Online right now? That’s right. I’m moist.
Of course, then I just have to see what Eric Roberts has done with the rest of his career, and I dry up like the Sahara. But Oh, what he could do with a slave bench and a shotgun. I mean, back when his face wasn’t sliding off his skull.
Now Eric comes to the last, bloodied clawing at the brass ring, and he’ll fail miserably. Not because he’s not a good actor–of course he is. We just fail to give seven shades of crap about anything Eric Roberts does. But for 2 minutes in 1983, Eric Roberts showed us what a truly sick bastard could do if he applied himself, and my world has never been the same.
And, if you’ll pardon the expression, “A River Runs Through It.”
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