Having watched the the Life Aquatic more times than I care to admit with Mommy (it's one of her favourites). I will confess to have developed a certain emotional attachment to Owen Wilson. The
Owen Wilson suicide attempt is the kind of thing that gets me feeling like my fur hasn't been groomed in a month. That guy doesn't get laid enough, so now he wants to corner the market on fake-suicide pity-sex
too? Son of a bitch, what's left for the rest of the world?
It's like he's Haliburton and vaginas are mommy's tax dollars.