Joaquin Phoenix And His Flea-Bag Circus Still Going Strong
How full of suck do you have to be as a celeb, to get thrown out of your own show? Joaquin has the answer to that riddle. THIS FULL!
Last night in Miami, Joaquin and the dirty bugs (nod to the awesome Dlisted) living in his beard decided to carry on with his "avant garde" charade during a "performance" at club Liv at the Fontainebleau Hotel.
Apparently, while Joaquin was putting his very heart and soul into his performance (read: mumbling over to fat beats) an audience member called him out. Being the angry (likely drugged out) dude he is, Joaquin started a verbal war with this guy that turned into a physical altercation. Bouncers immediately kicked Joaquin out of the club, but not before his supposed friend and brother-in-law Casey Affleck got the entire embarrassing event on film. I wonder what Casey will say when Joaquin finally gets his a$$ kicked by some crazed loon, or pulls a River and OD's. Yeah, I went there.
Here's the thing, I understand performance art. I've seen Laurie Anderson, I know this is hard to comprehend out-there stuff, but what Joaquin is doing is squandering his real talent by making an a$$ out of himself. And to what end. Even performance artists let you know this is "performance art." Joaquin and Co. want us to believe he is really pursuing a rap music career. B!tch, please.
This type of public betrayal will have repercussions. Just ask Paris Hilton. For a while, she thought she could have her cake and eat it too by being a purposeless whore with too much money and too much time. But the public grows weary of b.s. eventually and they hold it against you. She may still be rich, but there's no doubt to anyone she's a talentless waste of oxygen.
The only possible explanation I can find that doesn't include a copious amount of drugs, is Joaquin has some kind of weird finale planned for us, where he blasts off in a spaceship and and his rocket blows up, but in reality he's living a peaceful life in some remote Peruvian village somewhere never to be heard from again.
Either way, can we please just fast forward to the end? Color me weary.
On second thought, throw him to the Scientologists, they'll know what to do with him.
Follow Technorati