Shia Labeouf, he who possessed, imo, a perplexing Hollywood
stardom, this week re-created a piss-poor version of Eric Cantona’s iconic
piece of sardine-based philosophy.
Manchester United is a team that is either hated or loved
by English footy fans, and one of the few players to have worn their shirt and
yet be liked and respected by the spectrum of fandom is Cantona.
He would strut about the football pitch, look disdainfully
at even his team-mates, and wear his shirt collar upturned a la Elvis, yet
evaded looking like a total turnip, instead carrying off the swag of a young
Sometime after leaping over an advertising barrier to kick
in the chest and further assault one of the rival team’s supporter during a match
against Palace, King Eric delivered his sardine-based wisdom at a press
conference, characterising and mocking press intrusion.
This week, at a press conference promoting Lars Von Trier’s
Nymphomaniac at the Berlin Film Festival, weedy douche-bag Shia performed the
If I could, I would like to award him a special Film
Promotion Razzie, for this work.
Is there anyone else who deserves a special Razzie for “off-screen”
Anne Hathaway for her Golden Globe acceptance speech. And maybe her Oscar one too – “It came true!” Ugh