Posted by Kevin at 64.167.84.14 on March 01, 2001 at 00:31:00:
In Reply to: Hey Jen, does the word "delusional" ring a bell? posted by Shemp Kennedy on February 28, 2001 at 21:50:06:
: Does that mean that no matter how fucking bad you could possibly be he has a plan B?
Yes. Plan B was for me to take on the super-duper secret identity of Shemp Kennedy and take pot-shots at her performance. Thankfully, it hasn't had to come to that because a) Jen's really good in the flick, and b) I don't have that much free time.
: I give Kevin 0 "props" for your involvement in any of this. But it is very like him. He has (if nothing else so far) proved his loyalties lie more with his friends than his career. "Props" and "kudos", Kevin.
Thanks, man. I've always felt that loyalty was worth far more than any career mo...
Oh, wait - you're toying with me, aren't you? You're crafty, sir (or madam).
But for the record, I'd rather cast a friend than a professional any day. As it turns out, most of my friends are now both.
: : There was not a doubt in anyone's mind, especially mine, that if I couldn't hold my own that I would have gotten the boot immediately.
: Oh really? I believe Jay is living proof he's gone out of his way to get his freinds jobs rather than actual actors.
The good news is that particular "freind" (and you busted the poor girl for typing "except" instead of "accept"; shit, at least hers can pass for a homonym misuse error) is now the star of his own movie.
: As far as I'm concerned, you're the Madonna to his Guy Ritchie. "Except"
See?
: Madonna has quite proven quite a talent for the entertainment business. However, in your case, after the initial reviews, you'll be branded a dead albatross around the movie's neck
I don't know about that. I've already been branded the dead albatross around my own neck.
And while you've painted a sad scenario, I think I can paint an even sadder one: a bitter turd with little else better to do than attack the good fortune of another on an internet chat board finds himself (or herself) trapped in what smells like a life so unsatisfactory that the green glow of his (or her) envy joins the path of destruction of Sherman's March through Atlanta as one of the only man-made landmarks that can be viewed from space.
That's my wife you're flicking anonymous cyber-snot at, fella (or lady). I know it's hard being the guy (or girl) who can't get a date due to your boorish demeanor, but try not to vent your frustrations with the opposite sex against her.
: save the reviews you read here. Here, you'll be magnificent.
Shit - what matters more than that?