comment #1

D.Z. says ...

Looks like I spoke too soon. Universal was able to buy a PG-13 for Chuck and Larry after all.

comment #2

Midwest Doug says ...

Jeff, I'm beginning to think you should write a self-help book. Call it "Get Going".

comment #3

chicbn872 says ...

Jail may be the only hope for this guy. I'm sure he can get meth inside but at least the chances are slimmer. His self-destructive behavior has to be legendary in a town loaded with self-destructive behavior. He makes Chuck Sheen look like a boy scout...well...maybe not that good.

comment #4

jeffmcm says ...

Wrong thread, DZ.

comment #5

Geoff says ...

It sucks, I like Sizemore as an actor.

comment #6

Rich S. says ...

Once again, HE is the very teat from which flows the milk of human compassion.

comment #7

Monument says ...

Sure he's harsh but Sizemore deserves it. He's been given chance after chance, and still blows it. To say that he's killing himself by half measures is completely accurate.

He's a great actor, hopefully some hard time will do him some good.

comment #8

Gaydos says ...

Jeff: I guess you think you have to write this stuff to be a cool, with-it bloggin' kind of dude, but it's kind of like the straight-arrow guy in the '60s who put on beads and bellbottoms; it don't make you cool, ya fool.

But this note is more than a fashion wake-up; encouraging people to kill themselves is bad ju-ju, my brother.

Be careful, but more importantly, be kind.

Bad karma, blended with a tangy whiplash of payback, can be a real kick in the teeth.

comment #9

Mr. Muckle says ...

They say Sizemore's been in jail since June 5, so what accounts for the delayed report? Everybody off watching Paris?

comment #10

BurmaShave says ...

So Hilton and Richie get a pittance for driving and putting other people in danger, but Sgt. Horvath, one of the last of the old school tough guys gets 16 months (I've done 7, trust me, it's not a joke) for only hurting himself? Wonderful. Meth is such a fucked up drug though. We need to encourage him to get on coke or something.

comment #11

Ogami Itto says ...

"Meth is such a fucked up drug though. We need to encourage him to get on coke or something."

Or heroin, at the very least.

Also, hasn't Sizemore put other people's lives in danger when he was, um, beating them up? Surely that was a factor in deciding his incarceration?

Its too bad because I think he's a talented actor, too.

comment #12

BurmaShave says ...

Ogami, I forgot all about the Heidi Fleiss thing. Good call.

comment #13

TheJeff says ...

Now you know that if Sizemore does kill himself, Wells is going to take credit for it - just like Munich.

comment #14

RoyBatty says ...

The lack of compassion and understanding Wells shows is breathtaking. He wants to ream Variety over insensitive headlines and copy structure about a dead guy who could give a crap at this point, yet is attempting some sort of half-assed tough love approach to someone who no one is denying is a gifted actor?

Jesus fucking christ, unless the guy threw up on your rug, punched out your lover or pissed over your car cut the man some slack. Everyone seems to agree that whatever is going on, Sizemore seems to be wrestling with some personal demons that are causing him pain.

Having just recently emerged from my own wanderings in the desert, I'm certainly glad I didn't turn to the moderator's advice and guidance.

comment #15

Spacesheik says ...

Wells, it ain't cool to kick people when they're down.

comment #16

BurmaShave says ...

Except we know that would be impossible, because Wells hasn't gotten laid in years and he drives a really cool motorcycle. He might have a rug though.

comment #17

christian says ...

yeah, jail always help drug addicts.

i like the bill hicks bit:

"i wanna thank bubba, my new rehabilitation counselor..." as he mimics getting ass-banged.

comment #18

rr3333 says ...

I was waiting for Jeff to make a comment about Sizemore's weight as well.

comment #19

nickborg says ...

Got you all talkin'..

comment #20

nemo says ...

Sizemore was the best, most real thing going in a lot of his films, including Private Ryan.

"... one of the last of the old school tough guys ..."

That's for sure. Speaking of old school tough guys, it would be great to see Sizemore teamed up with Michael Madsen in some updated Robert Aldrich type thing. Probably will never happen.

Forgive me for being nosy, BurmaShave, but what did you do 7 months for?

(I'm reminded of Hitchcock's "Under Capricorn", when Michael Wilding arrives in 1830s Australia, and discovers straight off the boat that it's a mistake to ask a stranger what he used to do in England and what brings him to Australia. Since most white people in Australia at that time were sent as convicts and debtors, it's a sore subject.)

comment #21

Joshua Mooney says ...

Yeah, I said my last post on the other thread was my last post to "HE" till '09. But then Sizemore came up and I couldn't resist. As self-punishment for defying my own embargo, I will simply disappear from here for good. It's time.

Regarding Sizemore? I dig, Jeff, that you have the 12-step parlance down. "Half-measures avail us nothing." It's true! That's the whole fucking nut of it! I assume your suggestion that Sizemore kill himself is some kind of "tough love" strategy. Might just work. Like when Mel Gibson handcuffs himself to the potential jumper at the beginning of the first "Lethal Weapon" and they both end up going down, only to be caught by the airbag? Some balls, baby. That took some balls.

My first week ever in L.A.-- I'd graduated from college and driven straight across the country to Hollywood, certain my destiny lay there (It did not)-- they blocked off Santa Monica Blvd., where I was staying at the time, to shoot that VERY scene! I even got to see the stuntmen falling off that classic carpet warehouse, "Emser Rugs and Tiles."

Anyway, years and years later, I interviewed Tom Sizemore for an article for a now-defunct movie magazine, and he lived TWO BLOCKS from where that scene was shot! Serendi--well, it didn't seem so at the time. Turns out, though. It's one of the last interviews I ever did and it was one of the reasons I stopped thinking I could glean a life out of describing and transcribing these wretched souls. Tom was supposed to be "straight"-- you know, cleaned up, out of rehab, etc. He cried when he told me about how Bobby De Niro and several other "friends" confronted him and said he had to go to rehab to save his life. He made a convincing case (you know how ACTORS are), but I couldn't help noticing, as I sat with him on his couch, the big bag of pot in the tray on the table in front of us. I didn't mention it in the article I wrote. I didn't know how to fit it in! I wasn't being paid enough to do so.

CUT TO: I dunno, eight millions years later. I don't think prison time is going to help Sizemore. I'm pretty certain it won't. I don't know what will help him. I've spent my life around addicts of one kind or another. Most are dead now, including my parents. There was no saving those cunts. Thank God for therapy, yeah? (It doesn't help.) "Tough love," I guess, is the answer. Or else just give up. (These are basically the same things, though! At a certain point, you have to say, "I give up, fucker. You win." I think Jeff has done this with Sizemore. It's okay. We're all only human.)

Two last things. My favorite Sizemore scene is in the diner in "Heat" after the armored car heist has gone down, but badly, and De Niro jams the face of "Waingrow" into the table to express his displeasure, and some innocent fellow diners at the next table notice the commotion: Sizemore leans out to that table and stares them down. Mann shoots it from their POV. Wordless. Four seconds. Perfect.

The other? After I interviewed Sizemore, he gave me two Cuban cigars from a big box of Cuban cigars. I don't know why. I happen to love Cuban cigars. I smoked them.

He'll be missed.

I'll finish off my wonderful time here on "HE" by quoting the lovely, lovely Aimee Mann, and the quote's got nothing to do with anything other than my feeling that she's one of the great lyricists of our time, I've been listening to the song endlessly these last few days, and it's also got a good "end of the road" vibe to it.

"So I'll do flips/
and get paid in chips/
from a diamond as big as the Ritz--
then I'm calling it quits."

God bless you all, God bless "HE," and God bless Peter O'Toole. ("I don't LIKE my children!/How TALL was King Kong?")

comment #22

Joshua Mooney says ...

Yeah, I said my last post on the other thread was my last post to "HE" till '09. But then Sizemore came up and I couldn't resist. As self-punishment for defying my own embargo, I will simply disappear from here for good. It's time.

Regarding Sizemore? I dig, Jeff, that you have the 12-step parlance down. "Half-measures avail us nothing." It's true! That's the whole fucking nut of it! I assume your suggestion that Sizemore kill himself is some kind of "tough love" strategy. Might just work. Like when Mel Gibson handcuffs himself to the potential jumper at the beginning of the first "Lethal Weapon" and they both end up going down, only to be caught by the airbag? Some balls, baby. That took some balls.

My first week ever in L.A.-- I'd graduated from college and driven straight across the country to Hollywood, certain my destiny lay there (It did not)-- they blocked off Santa Monica Blvd., where I was staying at the time, to shoot that VERY scene! I even got to see the stuntmen falling off that classic carpet warehouse, "Emser Rugs and Tiles."

Anyway, years and years later, I interviewed Tom Sizemore for an article for a now-defunct movie magazine, and he lived TWO BLOCKS from where that scene was shot! Serendi--well, it didn't seem so at the time. Turns out, though. It's one of the last interviews I ever did and it was one of the reasons I stopped thinking I could glean a life out of describing and transcribing these wretched souls. Tom was supposed to be "straight"-- you know, cleaned up, out of rehab, etc. He cried when he told me about how Bobby De Niro and several other "friends" confronted him and said he had to go to rehab to save his life. He made a convincing case (you know how ACTORS are), but I couldn't help noticing, as I sat with him on his couch, the big bag of pot in the tray on the table in front of us. I didn't mention it in the article I wrote. I didn't know how to fit it in! I wasn't being paid enough to do so.

CUT TO: I dunno, eight millions years later. I don't think prison time is going to help Sizemore. I'm pretty certain it won't. I don't know what will help him. I've spent my life around addicts of one kind or another. Most are dead now, including my parents. There was no saving those cunts. Thank God for therapy, yeah? (It doesn't help.) "Tough love," I guess, is the answer. Or else just give up. (These are basically the same things, though! At a certain point, you have to say, "I give up, fucker. You win." I think Jeff has done this with Sizemore. It's okay. We're all only human.)

Two last things. My favorite Sizemore scene is in the diner in "Heat" after the armored car heist has gone down, but badly, and De Niro jams the face of "Waingrow" into the table to express his displeasure, and some innocent fellow diners at the next table notice the commotion: Sizemore leans out to that table and stares them down. Mann shoots it from their POV. Wordless. Four seconds. Perfect.

The other? After I interviewed Sizemore, he gave me two Cuban cigars from a big box of Cuban cigars. I don't know why. I happen to love Cuban cigars. I smoked them.

He'll be missed.

I'll finish off my wonderful time here on "HE" by quoting the lovely, lovely Aimee Mann, and the quote's got nothing to do with anything other than my feeling that she's one of the great lyricists of our time, I've been listening to the song endlessly these last few days, and it's also got a good "end of the road" vibe to it.

"So I'll do flips/
and get paid in chips/
from a diamond as big as the Ritz--
then I'm calling it quits."

God bless you all, God bless "HE," and God bless Peter O'Toole. ("I don't LIKE my children!/How TALL was King Kong?")

comment #23

Joshua Mooney says ...

Er, sorry for the double post. How embarrassing! My last one ever and I fuck it up.

Wait, wait, what's this?! The Kid Stays In the Picture? Naw, forget about it. The kid's dead, Roy Radin dead, out in the desert off the side of the road, all leathery sinew and some tufts of hair. (I still look better than Bob Evans, though, babies!)

Peace out. Buh-bye.

comment #24

christian says ...

SHANE!