"God dammit Wally, now if there's one thing that makes my blood boil aside from the neocons and their fascist agenda its guys that hit women. I'm more of a lover than a fighter ... but when it comes down to violence against the fairer sex I will split some wigs like its the War of the fuckin' Roses up in here.
This type of loutish behaviour reminds me of when I was filming Mystic River with a gang of alphas on location in south Boston. Heavens to Murgatroyd, the testosterone levels were off the charts! Bacon, Robbins and I were all trying to outdo each other in front of Clint in what was very clearly an exercise in Oscar bait.
Tensions were high, and it was only a matter of time before one of us erupted in a Krakatoa-like spew of aggression.
But then sometimes there's a dark horse in the race, and that horse was Larry Fishburne. That's not meant to be a black joke by the way.
This type of loutish behaviour reminds me of when I was filming Mystic River with a gang of alphas on location in south Boston. Heavens to Murgatroyd, the testosterone levels were off the charts! Bacon, Robbins and I were all trying to outdo each other in front of Clint in what was very clearly an exercise in Oscar bait.
Tensions were high, and it was only a matter of time before one of us erupted in a Krakatoa-like spew of aggression.
But then sometimes there's a dark horse in the race, and that horse was Larry Fishburne. That's not meant to be a black joke by the way.
I dunno if it was the pressure of being on set with an unparalleled stable of high calibre thesps or if he was simply feeling the strain of Clint's upfront directorial style, but homeboy was losing his cool quicker than a bowl of Chunky Monkey in the Sahara.
Anyway, the lovely Laura Linney was filming with us too, looking like her radiant self, and ol' Larry thought he was in there like swimwear. But he'd obviously got some mixed signals because she wasn't having any of his superfly 'call me Larry Rugburne, baby' styled chat, no siree Bob.
The pent up sexual anger he felt suddenly undid him like a slinky in the oven, and Larry Fuckburne started ranting and raving, smashing up the set like Keith Moon on uppers, calling Linney a dirty flyover state cocktease and snarling at her like a wounded lion.
Anyway, the lovely Laura Linney was filming with us too, looking like her radiant self, and ol' Larry thought he was in there like swimwear. But he'd obviously got some mixed signals because she wasn't having any of his superfly 'call me Larry Rugburne, baby' styled chat, no siree Bob.
The pent up sexual anger he felt suddenly undid him like a slinky in the oven, and Larry Fuckburne started ranting and raving, smashing up the set like Keith Moon on uppers, calling Linney a dirty flyover state cocktease and snarling at her like a wounded lion.
He started winding up his arm like Popeye after a spinach binge and I've been around the world to-ni-y-y-ight so knew what was coming next.
It was time to let this misogynistic asshole feel the wrath.
I launched myself at Fishburne and beat his worthless ass to the ground Leon Spinks style, left right, left right, working that body like an old disco queen from the 70s. By the end of my savage beatdown he was left toothless and broken, looking less like Morpheus and more like MC Shan.
Needless to say Fishburne never stepped to another woman with that mack daddy bullshit, no, not on my watch pal."
It was time to let this misogynistic asshole feel the wrath.
I launched myself at Fishburne and beat his worthless ass to the ground Leon Spinks style, left right, left right, working that body like an old disco queen from the 70s. By the end of my savage beatdown he was left toothless and broken, looking less like Morpheus and more like MC Shan.
Needless to say Fishburne never stepped to another woman with that mack daddy bullshit, no, not on my watch pal."
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