I won't mention names, but there are certain actors who make me think, "How on earth can you take yourself so seriously?" All that is just cinema. Too many pats on the back...in the end it's all a bit toxic.
That's okay George, you don't have to mention names - we know who you're talking about. And we agree with you. Brad and Angie are way up their own asses. Or, actually, Angie's up her own ass, and Brad is up there with her. Too bad you couldn't pull him free and take him out partying - he could use the break at least. You and your stripper girlfriend could go out on a double-date with Brad and some stripper you got for him. Then you could drive around the freeway on your motorcycles all wild and free and tempting death. Brad would forget about the orphans and Angie's ass pretty fast. Alas, that will never happen. Angie's got Brad cinched up there pretty good. She's sold him on all her bullshit. But not you George - we know you see through that crap. With you it's in and out - no entanglements. Ain't no crazy ho roping you into some wacky multi-cultural Cheaper By the Dozen scenario. Nobody's poon is that sweet, right Georgie?