I always knew that I never liked George Clooney and I thought I knew why (he makes such lousy movies), but this latest comment of his has made me reevaluate my opinion.
He announced that he would like to play the role of Angela Merkel, if anybody would ever offer it to him, because “I‘ve always wanted to be like a small German woman.”
No, I don’t know what that was supposed to mean, either.
And no, it’s not just his films anymore, nor his boring pacifism and human rights concerns or his inane and poorly acted political morality made in Hollywood that gets my goat this time, it’s the fact that he clearly wants to dress up like a woman (albeit as one who wears pant suits all the time) and just doesn’t have the guts to do so.
And here I thought the guy prided himself in having a little integrity. Puh-shaw.
“Fast jeder hat doch mal einen Joint oder eine Wasserpfeife geraucht.”
Observing Hermann 
Which one in the photo is Clooney?
Just look for the trademark George Hamilton tan…
Hover your mouse pointer over the photo, Eunoia. I had to ask around first on that one myself.
What’s especially creepy is Clooney’s omnipresence in Europe. At any given moment all year round for years on end, his frickin’ face is SOMEWHERE.
It sort of reinforces the whole “running for president” picture thing in a kinky “I need me some Fuererprinzip” kind of way.
Unless we’re talking about a fine chickadee, Americans typically projectile vomit at that kind of same-celeb ubiquity. Even the same Maybelline and L’oreal’s “officoal” models aren’t a permanent fixture on the sides of busses and subway station walls all year round.
George is Big Brother!!!