Johnny Depp hits back at yesterday’s mean-spirited post.
Donald Clarke
In an unmistakable counterblast against this “blog’s” allegations that Johnny Depp is no longer as beautiful as he once was, the actor’s people have released images of the Deppster looking more sharp-featured and youthful than ever. The snaps from Bruce Robinson’s The Rum Diary — an adaptation of the novel by Hunter “the student’s friend” Thompson — prove once and for all that Depp has made some sort of frightful pact with the devil. Life with Vanessa Paradis must be less stressful than I imagined.
“Ooo. I’m just so f**king handsome. So I am.”
Though I find Thompson worship a bit tiresome, my admiration for Bruce Robinson — director of the peerless Withnail and I — is such that I dearly hope the film will be a smash. I know what you’re about to say. Surely Withnail and I is at least as much of a student-thing as are the writings of Hunter S. Maybe you’re right. But it’s my “blog” and I am allowed to be as inconsistent as I wish.
The Rum Diary should be with us in September.
Janey talk about solipsism do ye really think Johnny Depp has nothing better to do than read this blogsite? Tsk.
He wouldn’t have to read it Kynos. There are apps that can be set up to report back whenever you get a mention in cyberspace, favourable or otherwise.
Still awaiting the return of Gezza Kennedy. Long live satire… and free speech
‘You’re a beautiful thing baby…gorgeous…gorgeous…..’
I thought he was great in ‘Secret Window’ and ‘What’s Eating Gilbert Grape’…
But frankly I could care less if he couldn’t act his way out of a paper bag….I just want to look at him, like a piece of living Art/Sculpture…
He’s got that beautiful androgynous feline look about him….a bit like a young Yul Brynnner , another aesthetically pleasing specimen imo… AND he’s called Johnny…one of the baddest names…imo…
Think I need a little mint julep to cool down…Punkawallah…!
Too hot…too spicy..hot….hot….!
Oh Donald.. How can you say such things about Hunter Thompson. Tiresome? After all he was a journalist just like you. Oops..Sorry you’re just a blogger..
Fortunately Hunter S. Thompson is now finding life beyond the “frat-boy” clique that you seem to think he only caters to. The man helped revolutionize journalism and made an outstanding contribution to both fiction and non-fiction in 20th century American literature. Whilst his comedy appeals to students (and that’s no bad thing) his talent is recognized well beyond these limited confines. A veritable army of scholars has belatedly begun dissecting his work and his place in the literary canon is all but secured.
Tsk tsk Donald, you are letting middle aged frustration with your own inadequacy as a writer cloud your judgement. Maybe it is time to retire from lowly blogging and do something useful with your time like going back to college. Apparently it is all the rage these days with people your age. As a lowly student perhaps you could pursue a degree in Journalism and with enough hard graft you might one day make it in the real world. I think it would suit you Donald, as Hunter S. Thompson once said of Journalism – ” It is a cheap catch-all for fuckoffs and misfits – a false doorway to the backside of life, a filthy piss-ridden little hole nailed off by the building inspector, but just deep enough for a wino to curl up from the sidewalk and masturbate like a chimp in a zoo-cage.” If that lowlife can have movies made of his work then perhaps you can too Donald. You never know, success could be just around the corner. Then you can be as inconsistent as you like while rolling on a bed of hard cash like a decadent pig.
Ooooooo! Pardon me.
I saw an excellent production of ‘Fear and Loathing…’ in the West End…
Looks like Screensaver has finally encountered some hard core criticism….
Never tread on an HST fanatic. They’re worse than Star Trek wonks.
@1
Uhhhhhhh! I don’t think the author of the blog was being serious there, Kynos. Maybe you’re joking too. It’s so hard to tell these days.
Aw, I didn’t know Russell Brand got his hair cut?? Pity he had lovely hair.
Don’t like those shades though……….they sort of say: “Oooo I’m so f**king cool, so I am” — Oh, sorry! What a dumb ass I am!
Sheeeeez, Kynos that comment @ 1 – are you losing your edge??
That Ron Mexico, eh? Telling it like it is. And not in the slightest bit prejudiced by inadequacy.
Word to wise, Ron – quoting a man to make a point, only to rubbish the guy in the very next sentence, is counter-productive. I’m only saying, like …
Cheers, Dec
Screenwriter’s not saying that Johnny’s Rotten
Deppends on interpretation
Some people find that kind of rodent look attractive
Johnny rat-face — that’s what I’d call him if we were back in the schoolyard
Anyway was HST stealing Aldous Huxley’s thunder?
Huxley wrote a nice poem about cicadas………bet that was weird if he was tripping
Mean-Spirited Gonzo Tribe Response
Tiresome is usually internally-based and doesn’t come easy. For instance, it’s hard to experience a level of fatigue without at first having the obsession part oneself. Perhaps you experienced one of those… let’s call them… ‘student-things’… that caused you to obsess until you now feel annoyance. But unfortunately that comes from within. It’s like one who finds a good solid crisp liquor, abuses it too fast and then can’t even stand the site of the chaser used to sip it down. But alas, you are forgiven. You can let it go now. Set down those weary stones and have another look; perhaps people are just enjoying something, albeit it wonderfully twisted and probably (hopefully) juvenile in nature, that is just another taste in the world and nothing to fear or hate. My guess is that the Gonzo Tribe is going to be out here for a long time. I’d take this pass as a beautiful gift and move along those, let’s call them ‘tiresome,’ thoughts. There is nothing to see here. And by God, these are NOT the droids you are looking for, son. Don’t make us come back, and skull-whip your cute and fuzzy little blog until it is bleeding and exposed like lost road kill. And we mean that with all due respect. Which isn’t a lot, but I’d take it.
As for Depp, it’s true. When I was standing in line to make my deal with the devil for a stick of gum and some misguided humor, he was right behind me, muttering something cryptic about Rock ‘N Roll. Who knew looks were on the menu. God-Damn Depp might be going to the same hell as the rest of the Gonzo Tribe, but he will be hailed for taking the better deal.
Oh, Sh**e !!
It’s the Gonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band……
Now we’ll have to wake up and effin’ start concentrating………..zzzzzzzzzzz
Granted, Mr. Depp still possesses the bone structure of an Easter Island statue, (we can only hope that some day, in his performances, he will also assume the dignity of one), there is still evidence of a little discreet temporal mauling of the flesh. Mark the striations upon the slowly extending plateau of forehead, the crevasses deepening and darkening beneath the outcrop of cheekbones. Call me Mr. Morbid, (or worse, I can take it; although not without a few tears), but I can discern the skull beneath the skin.
As for Mr. Thompson, I reckon that his life of dissolution has inspired a number of gauche youngsters to act the maggot at staid family gatherings, however, I don’t think that diminishes his achievements as a writer. I am not a gonzoid zealot and have only read a few of the man’s books but the galvanic crackle of his style generates the intended satirical jolts efficiently. A case may be made that the schtick had become decadent and depraved by the end but there is still a terse vigour in the antic cadences of the writing. ‘Hell’s Angels’ is worth a gawk, written before the life had become a nine-to-five career in narcosis and with enough moral sense to recoil from the abyss. Given that Bruce Robinson wrote Withnail’s delinquency as a tragedy inflected with comedy, I reckon that the embracing of both Thompson and Withnail by student culture arises necessarily out of misinterpretation.
Looking back at Depp’s career, there was a fantastic universal sense that whatever he was doing was right, that he was winning. . . .
And that, I think, was the handle—that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Ugly. Not in any mean or bitchy sense; we didn’t need that. His beauty would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting it — on his side or ours. He had all the momentum; he was riding the crest of a high-cheekboned, beautiful wave. . . .
So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in imdb and scroll down to Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest , and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.
@ 6 — Hey Ron! Why don’t you give your sombrero a twirl and have a tequila — but please, pretty please, spare us the overstrained efforts at killer-comeback jousting
Jaysis, the HST brigade is out in force. Bloody hell. I’m a big fan of Hunter’s work by the way, and I’m very much looking forward to this film but I think some of the guys who have posted need to calm down a little.
I’ve never read any Hunter S Thompson, and therefore have no opinion on him, but “Withnail and I”? Now there’s a waste of time. I couldn’t watch it through to the end, it was so tedious, irritating and pointless, I wish I could have back the hour or so I wasted on it to spend on something more interesting and productive such as watching goldfish swimming in a circle!
On a more serious note …
Johnny le Depp really should take care* to retain that youthful complexion
Look what happened to poor ol’ Jeff Goldblum ‘n all that flying around — see link below, but be warned … the ineffable horror……….
http://www.virginmedia.com/images/fly-431.jpg
*cleanse, tone, moisturize
Whole lotta homo eroticism goin’ on here….I haven’t micro examined his physiog in anything like the detail of some of these guys…He is of course getting older he’s not Peter friggin’ Pan but his genetically advantaged features mean he will be a beautiful older man…
As for HST as with all artists he is an Outsider…
While Depp is a living work of Art Thompson’s life was a work of Performance art…when did anyone ‘mainstream’ ever produce anything of artistic merit..
When it comes to looks Screensaver, and, I suspect, many of the other Depp detractors…a word of caution people in glasshouses…!
@13…Reeespect! Tim Groodin that’s a name with a rock’n'roll vibe…Good to see some kick ass new blood at last…
All together now ‘Johnny we’re sorry…won’t you come on home…’ grma FYC
Anyway, The Rum Diary deals extensively with a fear of “going over the hill” and growing old, an understanding of which theme, no doubt, Screenwriter was injecting into his post by playfully toying with the notion of a desire to see evidence of the ageing process at work in Mr Depp, in order to enable us (the dear readers) to get into character so to speak — ah, it’s too subtle to explain……….
What else? Oh, I’d say Jack Sparrow’s rum drinking excesses in Pirates of the C prompted the casting director for The Rum Diary to consider Mr Depp for the part of Paul Kemp, who develops a fondness for the world’s oldest distilled spirit aka the pirate’s drink/Grog/Barbados Water/Nelson’s Blood……….
Come to think of it, Johnny does look pretty “fly” in those shades. But remember Goldblum, Johnny is all I’m sayin’ — the ladies can only take so much. See what I mean…
http://posterwire.com/wp-content/images/return_of_the_fly.jpg
beau jest, are you Frank McNally?
Thee bestow/st great honour on beau jest, Kynos — but no
Was just thinking BG’s interest in matters cinematic and insectile arose just prior to Mr McNally’s article on same last week. Just askin the question kickin the walls you never know what might scuttle out. Thanks minnie.
it’s just a zeitgeist thing kynos — summer/flies/horror — just looking out the window at the crow babies eating all my morello cherries on my half-dead morello cherry tree. So funny “kickin the walls you never know what might scuttle out” — hope you don’t alert any cockroaches. Did you know the tenth ugliest bug in the world is the New Zealand “Weta” — horrible yoke — here’s the link
http://naturesmightypictures.blogspot.com/2007/09/top-10-worlds-scariest-and-ugliest.html
@27 mise — meant to say tenth ugliest “insect” in the world — bugs are a whole other little shop of horrors and a different category — i think
I like all insects particularly when trout are eating them especially when they’re imitation and tied to my line but Christ cockroaches periplaneta americana janey I can’t stand them give me the horrors only found near dirty houses yecch why did God make them? I can’t understand it them and mosquitos what purpose do they serve except making my skin crawl????
@29 — Well K, “m’’earned friends” for God (not that God needs any) might say that everything has a purpose under heaven. Humans upset the order in creation by going against their human nature, while the other creatures do just what they were designed to do. When humans, for example, choose to live such messed up lives by overeating unhealthy, unwholesome foods and discarding the waste (of which there is much especially in the West), they are practically sending out gilded invitations to the cockroaches to come and clean up the mess (which for the cockroach is free-food heaven) and the centrally heated environments that the humans have designed for themselves create the perfect conditions for these insects to thrive in. The “ugliness” of the cockroaches is magnified in these situations because the humans come face to face with the hell they have created. Same with crows (nature’s dustbin men) — they’ll always swoop down and grab/devour any humans’ throw-away-take-away, for example and then people balk at the preponderance of crows. What I’m saying basically is that nature is designed with harmony in mind and there are inbuilt mechanisms to restore the balance when it is upset. That there is a time limit on the whole thing, though, is another question……….not sure about the mosquitoes … maybe Westerners have too much sugar in the blood … they never bite me, at any rate……….wait a minute … how did we get from Johnny D to cockroaches…