Guestblog BRETT EASTON ELLIS by Mistress Marissa

Any writer who says ‘it’s, sort of, like,’ should be boiled alive. Then bottled for lube.

Big Ego Asshole, American Sicko, is giving interviews to flog his dead horse porn movie The Canyons. Charles Manson would have come across better than this puffy-faced mound of decaying tofu, in a blazer. With flyaway hair. He’s talking fast and scrambled enough to indicate chemical input and/or a personality disorder, at the very least narcissism. Asshole, an addict of some sort, chiefly of his own voice, LOVES his movie but HATES interviewers and critics. After all, the lit biz has treated him so shabbily.

I’m not bitter that he’s rich. (Although being 500 in gay years must be increasingly difficult for him.) I certainly wouldn’t let envy get to me. Particularly as fame has left him confused, anxious and unable to express himself. If this is the product of the best education American money can buy then let’s throw away all the books right now. Let’s all make rubbish porn movies. Although ‘it’s, sort of, like,’ sad to see Paul Schrader and Lindsey Lohan reduced to working with this egregious cunt.


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