Hunka hunka burn'in luv, George Clooney, has had a loss in his family.
His Vietnamese potbellied pig, Max.
Georgie, I feel your pain. Hey, can I kiss it and make it better?
Okay, to be honest, I'm no Renee. Or Kelly Or even Teri. (Well, in the klutziness departement I'm closer to Teri than any of your former flings; But I've also read Bridget Jones's Diary at least three times, so that should count for something, right?
Oh, this should seal the deal: I own a shitzhu.
Not exactly a pig, but they have long lives, too. And they're bug-eyed, and therefore apt to go blind just like Max did...
In fact, Lucky has a cateract. Does that count?
Hey, in all seriously, I'm in love with your mind -- AND your body...of work.
THREE KINGS: You rock.
SOLARIS: Yep, I got it. (Dylan Thomas. GENIUS...)
WELCOME TO COLLINGWOOD: A perennial in my view corridor.
SYRIANA: Sadly, the essence of truthiness.
And O, BROTHER, WHERE ART THOU? Truly a classic. It will be your masterpiece.
As for THE GOOD GERMAN, it's got everything I love: a '40's feel, filmed in black-and-white--
And you. So yeah, I'm there, front row center.
Bottom line, George: Thanks for always pushing the envelope. Or sealing it back up--which, in some cases, is more appropriate.
