To quote RDJ in Zodiac: This can no longer be ignored. “This” being Joaquin Phoenix’s decision to retire from acting, first to be in a rock band, then — presumably when he remembered that he isn’t actually Johnny Cash — as a rapper under the tutelage of Diddy.
This clip is a quarter notch above Phoenix yelling “My name is Joaquin and I’m here to say, I love to rap in a major way!” while someone chants “Go Joaquin, it’s your birthday” and he breaks into an impromptu running man.
The fact that brother-in-law and brofriend Casey Affleck is filming this trainwreck for a “documentary” makes me wonder if this isn’t some elaborate, Andy Kaufman-esque performance art/practical joke piece that will culminate in Phoenix challenging Kirstie Alley to a wrestling match. The only problem with that theory is that Joaquin Phoenix just doesn’t seem bright enough to have thought of this on his own. For fuck’s sake, the man can’t even spell his own name! This is your brain on too many ‘shrooms, kids.
Research into this insanity has uncovered the fact that the last movie he filmed before seemingly going bugfuck crazy involved him having to watch insufferable bitch Gwyneth Paltrow bare and stroke her breast. I don’t think this is a coincidence. I mean, technically she’s not unattractive (thin, white, blonde: check); but she’s so uptight and fuller of herself than a set of Russian nesting dolls. It would be like watching Martha Stewart pleasure herself — although ever since she went to the slammer and started hanging out with Snoop Dogg, she has got increased cred.
But Gwynnie, with her precious newsletter (blogging’s too plebian for the likes of Ms. Paltrow!) full of anecdotes about her personal trainer and recipes for spelt flour biscuits and “economical” gift suggestions of $2000 Hermès watches? I think it’s obvious what’s going on here: the effort needed to feign arousal at the sight of Gwneth’s WASP-y bewbs led to Joaquin’s complete mental breakdown.