Tragedy struck one of Hollywood's promising your stars. Hugh Jackman (X-Men) has been stricken with a light romantic comedy.
In "Someone Like You", Jackman, pushing the needle into Freddie Prinze Jr. territory, plays Eddie, a man who is incapable of keeping his shirt on.
Ashley Judd is Eddie's roommate, Jane. Judd, in strict adherence to the 70's trend, plays a Karen Carpenter-like wraith, cursed with Greg Kinnear as her first act plot point ex-boyfriend.
(On a side note, Kinnear's career is in such a steep power dive that he has taken to loitering around the E! studios, following Melissa Rivers, mentioning that he can pronounce Manolo Blahnik without giggling.)
Some think the damage is already being offset by Jackman's next film "Swordfish". Hundreds of Tinseltown's top CGI people are feverishly working to digitally reconstruct the scenery horribly mauled by Jackman's co-star John Travolta.
Some insiders think that the only solution is to lock Frank Miller into a damp closet, forcing him to chain smoke Chesterfields and drink battery acid, hoping to produce a script for the X-men sequel that will restore Jackman to the level of adolescent male macho fantasy that we've all come to expect from a man we have only seen in one movie.
In any case, I forsee alot of apologizing or more trim than any one human male can take, in Mr. Jackman's future.
In "Someone Like You", Jackman, pushing the needle into Freddie Prinze Jr. territory, plays Eddie, a man who is incapable of keeping his shirt on.
Ashley Judd is Eddie's roommate, Jane. Judd, in strict adherence to the 70's trend, plays a Karen Carpenter-like wraith, cursed with Greg Kinnear as her first act plot point ex-boyfriend.
(On a side note, Kinnear's career is in such a steep power dive that he has taken to loitering around the E! studios, following Melissa Rivers, mentioning that he can pronounce Manolo Blahnik without giggling.)
Some think the damage is already being offset by Jackman's next film "Swordfish". Hundreds of Tinseltown's top CGI people are feverishly working to digitally reconstruct the scenery horribly mauled by Jackman's co-star John Travolta.
Some insiders think that the only solution is to lock Frank Miller into a damp closet, forcing him to chain smoke Chesterfields and drink battery acid, hoping to produce a script for the X-men sequel that will restore Jackman to the level of adolescent male macho fantasy that we've all come to expect from a man we have only seen in one movie.
In any case, I forsee alot of apologizing or more trim than any one human male can take, in Mr. Jackman's future.
