Started by Alexa Chung, Oct 20, 2010, 12:13:13 PM
Quote from: First Blood on Oct 22, 2010, 08:12:40 PMQuote from: Lie on Oct 22, 2010, 05:40:43 PMThis image cracks me up;I don't know why Not to steal SpaceMarines' thunder but...HUGS!!
Quote from: Lie on Oct 22, 2010, 05:40:43 PMThis image cracks me up;I don't know why
Quote from: Xenomrph on Oct 22, 2010, 05:34:12 PMI don't think so, it's not a new photo. The Alien Legend website has had one for years:
Quote from: The Black Swordsman on Oct 23, 2010, 08:44:20 PMWhy did they replace him?
QuoteSometimes it's hard not to try go back across a bridge you've just burned. Take this show I quit in England [Aliens]. I'd had this disagreement, shall we say, with the director over my character - he wanted it to be pretty cardboard thin, but I'd had these ideas to inject a little depth into it.Either way, I was waiting for a flight back to Boston and tired of the hotel room the studio were still paying for (including the "free drinks" I was charging to them as a final "f**k-you") so I hit the town. Let me tell you, Soho in London is THE PLACE.I was there, swiftly drinking my way towards depression over this asshole - a slope that would later see me hit rock bottom and burn out most of my nasal passages- when I see him.PARTYING. No, just f**king dancing. The guy was electric, but he was really into himself, and although the girls were all over him, it was clear he just wanted to see himself move on the dancefloor. I was stunned. It was like this totally different guy - not the egomaniac filmgeek, but a John Travolta motherf**ker. Now maybe it was the booze (heck, I'm damn sure it was) but I just had to let him know that maybe he was OK after all."You know, maybe you're not so bad" I said, and held out my hand. He didn't accept my handshake though - he didn't even break his rhythm."I'M THE KING OF THE DISCO!" he replied, and then he just span like top and strutted into the cheering crowd. What. An. Asshole.I shoulda listened to my instincts.
Quote from: SM on Oct 24, 2010, 10:11:29 PMQuoteSometimes it's hard not to try go back across a bridge you've just burned. Take this show I quit in England [Aliens]. I'd had this disagreement, shall we say, with the director over my character - he wanted it to be pretty cardboard thin, but I'd had these ideas to inject a little depth into it.Either way, I was waiting for a flight back to Boston and tired of the hotel room the studio were still paying for (including the "free drinks" I was charging to them as a final "f**k-you") so I hit the town. Let me tell you, Soho in London is THE PLACE.I was there, swiftly drinking my way towards depression over this asshole - a slope that would later see me hit rock bottom and burn out most of my nasal passages- when I see him.PARTYING. No, just f**king dancing. The guy was electric, but he was really into himself, and although the girls were all over him, it was clear he just wanted to see himself move on the dancefloor. I was stunned. It was like this totally different guy - not the egomaniac filmgeek, but a John Travolta motherf**ker. Now maybe it was the booze (heck, I'm damn sure it was) but I just had to let him know that maybe he was OK after all."You know, maybe you're not so bad" I said, and held out my hand. He didn't accept my handshake though - he didn't even break his rhythm."I'M THE KING OF THE DISCO!" he replied, and then he just span like top and strutted into the cheering crowd. What. An. Asshole.I shoulda listened to my instincts.Apparently according to Remar.