Really, Sharon Stone? REALLY? You’re gonna try to rip into one of America’s living treasures? You’re gonna go there Sharon Stone? Am I gonna have to get Joe Pesci to stab you with a pen? Come on, Sharon Stone. You’re better than that.
If there’s one bit of showbiz lore passed around these days, it’s how crazy Sharon Stone is. You need to be out of your goddamn head to be called a lunatic by Robert Evans. That man has seen and done everything, then seen and done everything’s sister. Then took everything’s sister, and told her to make him sandwiches while he produced three award-winning movies in the time it took her to get her cold cuts.
Actress-types have the bad habit of saying unforgivably bitchy things under the guise of a compliment. See if you can spot the elephant in the room, lingering behind this statement.
“I think that’s why Meryl Streep is working so much, because she looks like a woman we can all relate to … Meryl looks like an unmade bed, and that’s what I look like.”
Meryl looks like the hottest unmade bed I’ve ever seen. An unmade bed that I wouldn’t kick out of bed. In addition, an unmade bed that I would pay to read takeout menus, and who could, compellingly. Sharon Stone just looks like every other Hollywood mirror-jockey.
They’re both still ridiculously good-looking though.
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