Sean Young for president!
We thought, just for a split second there, that we sensed a little sympathy for barrel-chested Oscar-nominated auteur Julian Schnabel, who had his halting "speech" heckled by a sloshed Sean Young at the DGA Awards the other night.
Oh, but just take a gander at the comments we're getting from our exclusive video post of the event. They're running about 99 to 1 for Ms. Young, who called the emperor bare-assed in a room full of Hollywood's elite. So so many haters, digging at Schnabel's "mental-patient art" and "phony posturing." Can I get a "talentless charlatan?"
The cutthroat New York media ain't got nothing on these critics.
A sampling of the heretofore pent-up rage (this first one is written as a memo to the director):
"You live in a little bubble world in which it has clearly been deemed to be cool to be a phallus. Trust me on this: Nobody thinks you're interesting. Nobody is impressed. Everyone considers you a walking (wobbling), talking (mumbling) stereotype -- the pretentious and self-aborbed "arteest."
"That pseudo-haze facade went on and on and on. Sign me up as a new Sean Young fan. This guy had NO respect for the audience OR his peers."
There are broader condemnations, too, about Hollywood puffery:
"Mr. Schlemazel met his Schlemiel and Hollywood pooped its pants. Someone get them a binky."
There were a few (very few) on the Schnabel/it's poor form to interrupt the speaker side:
"What's up with the love for Sean Young and the hate for Julian? He's talented, unlike her. She craves for attention."
And more biting:
"Sean Young is a psycho B-lister has-been who's desperately trying to rescusitate a career that was DOA in the 80's."
If you find yourself with some extra time on your hands, you can play "find the hidden gem" in the avalanche o' comments, depending on where your loyalties lie. Or you can add your own diatribe to the mix. Happy ranting!