Diddy plays movie critic, Cameron Crowe is afraid of sex, and someone having something to do with the cast of FRIENDS has become completely delusional about the power of 90s nostalgia.
The Playlist recaps highlights from Diddy’s (is that his name now?) video review of Hancock: “‘As a black kid you’re like, ‘well, why ain’ there no super heros that look like me?’ Why aint’ there a black super hero?’ They got Wonder Woman, Underdog…[pauses, thinks about the absurdity of this for a minute and then catches up] They even have a dog super hero, they got no black super hero! (aside). That’s my white boy answering the phone.’”
“[C]ertainly a lot of the greatest directors (and artists, musicians, etc.) have also had some of the most fucked up sex lives. There’s definitely not no connection between wanting to play god with a camera and thinking it’s a great idea to marry your dead wife’s twenty year old sister (that would be Peter Bogdanovich),” Molly Lambert notes, on her way to considering how and why Cameron Crowe’s “ambition to be a great American director…collapsed like a sad soufflé.”
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I had a laugh at the Friends article. No way. No way in hell.
That is pretty much the worst idea I’ve ever heard.