A Rant About The Rant

Christian was right. He's a serious actor. He's an artist. He has a passion for his craft. And with a big cup of passion, there are going to be some lumps. I'm sure Christian was probably face to face with one of those big Terminators, not one of those small sumbitches, but one of those big T-Whatever Big Number They Put Behind The Letter "T" ones and he was saying something really important and dramatic like "you've been terminated" or "it ends tonight" and then this F@#$ walks onto the F$%#ing set and totally messes with this scene. This deep, emotional scene involving robots and futuristic space crafts and laser guns, directed by none other than that motherf$#@ing visionary McG. You know, the guy who did Charlie's Angels? Wait, of course you know that. Who the F$%# am I talking to? You're a lover of cinema, so of course you know McG. F#@$! I mean who the F$%# is this F#$@ing Director of Photography? I bet he's a nobody. I bet he's never worked on something important like Charlie's Angels before. Does he know who the F#$@ Christian Bale is? He's the motherf$%#ing Dark Knight. He fought the Scarecrow. And F$%#ing won. He dropped a bunch of weight and looked like a skeleton for that one movie and was scary as F$%#. He doesn't need to take F%$#ing shit from anyone. He does F%$#ing art, not that F$%#ing paint by numbers bullshit because that kind of paint by numbers bullshit doesn't get directed by motherf#@$ing McG. If I see that F@$#ing Director of Photography it's over. It's F$#*ing over!