Poor Guy Ritchie. His little Brit gangster movie fluked him into a marriage to Madonna and instant elevation to Hollywood's A list.
But being a public schoolboy with the ability to speak Cockney doesn't really cut the mustard in Los Angeles, and Guy has seen his career and self esteem nosedive. Like many lost souls in the city, he has taken refuge in a quasi religous cult.
Guy is now so in thrall to Kabbalah that he is ranting to anyone who will listen that the world is going to end in 2011. Apparently even Madonna is worried about him.
All he needs now to complete his career meltdown is to make a Battlefield Earth-style movie about this forthcoming global apocalypse.
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