Ashton Kutcher: Let The Good Times Roll
I do find it the height of hilarity that Ashton Kutcher has based his whole career on the fact that he’s this funny guy, always there with a joke or to punk someone…and then when he’s not in a studio or with a script in hand he looks like the most humorless gas bag in the universe. With bad fashion sense (are those shoes “Kaballah red?”). And a wax figure for a wife.
I mean, you’d think the guy might just be a wee bit grateful for getting a career out of basically nothing. Let’s face it: his acting reeks. He lucked into the Punk’d thing because who doesn’t like to see celebrities embarrassed and that led to more producing gigs. So, be happy for god’s sake. Enough with the “I’m so above you all” looks. Enough with the “I’m so cool because I’m not” clothing. And, for sure, enough with the awful, beard-like growth on his face. It looks like he’s going to be playing the Wolfman in a junior high play.
As much as I like Cameron Diaz, I really hope “What Happens In Vegas” doesn’t do well. Kutcher needs to be knocked down a few dozen pegs and just get over himself. I know–it’ll be a hit, but I can hope, can’t I?
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