In a depserate effort to piss-off the masses, I'm gonna have another whinge about that white dude who thinks he can rap.
No not
Vanilla Ice. The other one.
I keep hearing from people who saw his silly little movie how good an actor he is.
Ummm, news flash people - HE'S PLAYING HIMSELF! How difficult can it be? If he was bad at being himself, he wouldn't be himself. He'd be someone else.
Hell, I'm pretty damned good at being myself too. There's times you would think I was actually me and not just acting the part. Give me a freakin' Oscar.
Anyway, back to this Autobiographical piece of whatever-the-hell-it-is. I don't see much real-life shit happening. How many times does he beat his woman in the movie? Threaten her? Punch her in the face because a black eye would much better suit her outfit. None. Nada. Zilch. Doesn't seem very realistic to me.
And while I'm here, I just want to ask everyone to run over Justin Timberlake if you see him in the street. No-one gets with my woman
Alyssa Milano and gets away with it.