Disclaimer: I will no longer be holding this blog to high brow intellectual pursuits.
Today, I turn my attention to the fireball blast death crunch we mere mortals call John Cusack's career.
John on John: I've made 10 good films. The ones that suck I tend to blank out. It's like I never even made them. Well, there aren't 40 that are great, put it that way. But that's fine. Ten is a good batting average. (2007)
Is it really Johnny? 1 out of every 5 movies you've made was a winner. That means if I went to see a Johnny Q movie every night of the week (at some godforsaken make-believe theater that only plays John Cusack movies mind you) one out of every five nights I would feel fulfilled? That's just not enough. Not for me, not for anybody, and certainly not for the winner of the 1990 Most Promising Actor CFCA Award for Say Anything...,
Ah, the good old days.
Flash forward: This is a picture of you wearing an oversized leather jacket and a camo hat, appearing to be on the way to the gym with your spotting partner aka the musical artiste Pink.
This is you after releasing Must Love Dogs, Martian Child (the horror!), 1408, and Grace is Gone (which I have not seen but believe it to be one of those post 9-11/ post Iraqi Occupation gems)
Que pasa?
A mere 6 years ago you were starring in High Fidelity and perhaps had reached the peak of your game. Now you are spending your afternoons with the human equivalent of a Chinese pug.
I'm sorry John Cusack but What the Fuck.
I leave you with the clip below for nostalgia's sake.
-The other other J.C. (aka son of god)