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On The Howard Stern Show there was some debate yesterday about whether or not Darren Aronofsky, the director of buzzy Oscar-bait The Wrestler, put Artie Lange through the paces because of an earlier, pre-A-Lister drubbing by the comedian-with-a-heart-of-gold. Frankly, this blogger worries that what could happen to the emotionally unstable comedian if he found out that Aronofsky was busting his chops about ever having a chance at a meaty role in one of his films. Could the dazzling Rachel Weisz marry a man with that much Pimp in his heart? From Howardstern.com/Rundown:
"Artie noted that he auditioned for a part of the sleazy wrestling promoter in Darren Aronofsky's 'The Wrestler' back when Nicholas Cage (and not Mickey Rourke) was set to star in the project. After a few callback auditions, all of which he felt he had killed in, Artie's agent called him and said he almost got the part, but Darren went with a different actor.
"A few months later, someone reminded Artie that he'd met Darren years before at a party and had berated him mercilessly , calling him a 'film school fag.' Everyone speculated that the tortuous audition process could've been Darren's sick way of getting back at Artie for the incident, but Artie doubted it: 'I don't believe it. I don't believe that happened. I don't believe that I slapped him around.'"
Every age has its Fat Man Comic. The 70s had Belushi. The 80s: John Candy. The 90s: Farley. They carry the sins of the world on their gouty haunches. Gerardo could sing a shitty little ballad like "Rico y Suave" because the Fat Man Comic archetype that was John Candy carried the weight of its sonic excrescence on his gouty haunches ("There aint a woman alive that could handle a man like me/That's why I juggle 2 or 3"). Artie could have been the next one with a meaty role in The Wrestler.
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