Wrong. I fucking LOVE Morgan Freeman. He's an excellent actor.
What I don't enjoy is when the media wastes their time. Let's put it this way; if you were to get into a car accident of equal, or even greater severity, would anyone give a shit? No. Only your friends and family.
Morgan Freeman, despite how talented he may be, gets into a car accident, and everyone starts ejaculating all over the place. I don't understand it. A bunch of kids could be burning alive in the the wreckage of a derailed subway car for all we know, but no; The dude from The Bucket List saved a bunch of money by switching to Geico. Awesome.
It's not news, it's an everyday occurance. Yet, the unhealthy but common belief that celebrities are special drives us into discussion that resembles invasion of privacy.
OK, so we're designed to discuss movies. Let's discuss movies then, not how many piss breaks Mel Gibson takes in a day.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
