I saw in a recent thread that MJ was hanging around in Bahrain and as usual people got on his case due to the accusations of paedophilia. Well I think the guy probably has problems due to the bad plastic surgery. When he was playing for the Bulls Michael Jordan was a strapping individual but look at him now, he looks like that black chick singer.
And people are always giving Jerry Lewis a hard time about his self serving telethon but if you watch Walk The Line you will discover that when he was shorter he was quite a rocker, although there were suspicions of paedophilia there too in the end.
Poor old George Bush is always getting it in the neck for being a pathetic president but gee he’s been in the job since 1989 and maybe he’s just past it now.
And leave Eminem alone, sure he was better when he was Vanilla Ice but let it go.
I’d like to propose two people with the same problem:
Adlai Stevenson. Sure he ran twice against Ike in 1952 and 1956 and lost both times, and wore out his shoes in the process. But people forget that he was Vice President back in the 1890s. C’mon, the man must have been tired!
I’ve always been impressed by Sir Richard Burton, who had an amazing career as an explorer/adventurer/translator/author, then rebounded to become a respected actor/serial husband.
And, while we’re in the B’s, there’s Francis Bacon – who, after a strong start to his career in Elizabethan times, managed to become a major figure in 20th-century art.
Richard Hatch was riding high as the star of Battlestar Galactica, but by the '90s he’d been typecast to the point that the only work he could get was appearing in reality TV shows.
I’ve always been impressed by Ed Norton. He was so great on The Honeymooners, and is still capable of playing much younger roles in movies today, like Fight Club.
Another explorer turned actor with an even longer career was Sebastian Cabot, who searched for the Northwest Passage in the early 1500s, and then became a successful character actor over 400 years later (although he had gained a bit of weight by then). Here’s to you, “Mr. French,” (even if you were Italian)!