God, Jim Carey sucks. He sucks, like whooping cough; no, no, strike that, good people have been brought low by that infectious disease known as "The Whooping Cough," but the ubiquitous Carey -- "Voices Carey", The Corsair likes to call him -- will afflict all of us, good and evil alike, in due measure, after he "emotes" for Steve Kroft on 60 Minutes this Sunday.
Fuck.
And, of course, Voices Carey tells Steve Kroft that he battles depression. He's a sad clown. Now, give him an Oscar nod. According to the CBSNews website:
"Actor Jim Carey says the anti-depressant Prozac that he took may have helped him at one time, but he's better off without it now. In fact, he says a no-drugs-or-alcohol policy and a spiritual life are the things that make him feel good.
"'Carrey speaks frankly in a rare one-on-one interview with Correspondent Steve Kroft to be broadcast on 60 Minutes, Sunday, Nov. 21, at 7 p.m. ET/PT.
"'I was on Prozac for a long time,' he tells Kroft. 'It may have helped me out of a jam for a little bit, but people stay on it forever.'
"Then Carey describes being on the medication as not taking away the illness's peaks and valleys, only softening them. 'There are peaks, there are valleys, but they're all kind of carved and smoothed out ... It feels like a low level of despair you live in where you're not getting any answers, but you're living OK and you can smile at the office,' he says. 'You know, I had to get off at a certain point because I realized that ... Everything is OK.'"
Above: Jim Carey "I'm just a sad clown, give me an Oscar nod" face (image via CBSNews).
Real fucking deep, Jimbo-san -- Okism -- nice one, pally; is OKism a variation on a key theme by Shopenhauer, or did you glean that from Theravada Buddhism? The Corsair just wants to know how Jim Carey got so deep ...
Frankly, The Corsair just doesn't like Jim Carey face (and he's a little hung over, so forgive him if he's a bit negative). Jim Carey just makes me want to slap him (The Corsair shadow boxes). Hard. Hard enough to knock him down and make him think about his life decisions. And maybe give him a minor concussion. Maybe.
(The Corsair paces the room anxiously) Jim Carey registers all false notes on The Corsair's sensitive pop cultural membrane (The Corsair gesticulates wildly with his hands). Of late, Voices Carey has been modeling himself -- all surfacey mirroring -- on Bill Murray -- the "edgy" and brilliant comedian who doesn't give a fuck, suffused with hints of a lovable and rich, smoldering soul.
In The Majestic Carey tried to be Jimmy Stewart. And in The Truman Show Carey was "Everyman," and Truman, all at once, one of us. In "Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless Man, Carey was a romantic shmoe, just like us.
But the "sincerity" that he manufactures fairly oozes out of Carey even as he tries to tuck his chops into a meaty role. And the viewer tends to feel manipulated. It looks as if Jim Carey wants to fuck you and then dump you when he does these interviews about how he's really a sad and serious and spiritual guy. Steve Kroft and 60 Minutes need their fucking bullshit detectors tuned up if they fell for this assholes hustle.
Jim Carey comes off as oily when he tries to be sincere. His hustle only works on teenagers runaways from Kansas at Port Authority. Sincere roles are not only out of character for Jim Carey, they are entirely alien to his reptilian nature. Jim Carey is best when he is playing a hustler, a sleazeball lawyer, a ... pet detective.
But no. $20 million a picture to be the class clown is not enough:"Carey takes nothing now. 'I rarely drink coffee. I am very serious about no alcohol, no drugs,' he says. 'Life is too beautiful.'"
A moment of silence to drink in the depths of Jim Carey soul. 'Life ... is too beautiful." Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we are in the presence of a modern day Blaise Pascal.
"During the interview at his home, he invited 60 Minutes cameras to one of his most beautiful and private spots, his 'center of the universe,' where he goes to escape the world. It's also where he tells Kroft his feelings about God.
"'This is where I hang out with Buddha, Krishna ... all those guys,' says Carey about a lean-to adorned with candles and a bed, built high on his hillside property in Brentwood, Calif. 'I'm a Buddhist, I'm a Muslim, I'm a Christian. I'm whatever you want me to be...it all comes down to the same thing," he tells Kroft. Carey says he believes they are all the same God and it is this conviction and spirituality that make him happy.'"
All those "guys" (Averted Gaze)
5 comments:
Jim Carrey is one of the most remarkable actors at work these days. He hasn't had much luck with roles since "Liar, Liar," but he's like the de Niro of the 70's and early 80's in that you can't imagine anyone else doing the roles he plays. And Carrey's overcome an incredible amount of crap to reach where he is today. How about showing a little humanity and giving this genius his due?
Admitting depression is hard for anyone, not to mention a well-known actor who is under the media's scrutiny 24/7. Swallow your bile for something else bud, you're not amusing.
Jim Carrey is the biggest tool in the box.
It's his fakeness that trankles. I think I've read about 4 or 5 interviews where he says something along the lines of "isn't it sad we can't be real, that we have to be fake?" He's the most plastic bastard in the game.
Technnically Jim isn't reptilian by any means, he's part grinch - he's the original weregrinch you know.
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