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- Jul 6, 2017
Imagine being Mark in that interview and having to be all like "damn, Rian Johnson, you fuckin' creative genius, all visionary with your slow motion and subversion of established characters. I would totally try to murder my nephew in his sleep, both my character and the real me." when all he really wants to do is bum another cigarette from a trash-can. Like seriously imagine having to be Mark and not only sit in that chair while Rian Johnson flaunts his artistic vision in front of the gathered press, the facial hair barely concealing his testosterone deficiency and puffy cheeks, and just sit there, question after question, hour after hour, while he explains that screenplay. Not only having to tolerate his shameless ripoff of Empire but his haughty attitude as everyone in the panel tells him he's STILL GOT IT and DAMN, RIAN JOHNSON DIRECTS LIKE *THAT*?? because they're not the ones who have to sit there and watch his childish fucking gremlin face contort into types of grimaces you didn't even know existed before that day. You've been doing interviews for nothing but a healthy diet of conventions and neckbeards and later redditors for your ENTIRE CAREER coming straight out of the boonies in Oakland. You've never even seen anything this fucking disgusting before, and now you swear you can taste the sweat that's breaking out on his receding hairline as he formulates another answer, smugly assured that you are enjoying the opportunity to get paid to sit there and agree with his "groundbreaking (for that is what he calls it)" character development, the film he worked so hard for with Kathleen in the previous months. And then points at another journalist, and you know you could kill every single person in this junket before Disney’s handlers could put you down, but you sit there and endure, because you're Luke fucking Skywalker. You're not going to lose your future voice-acting career over this. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.
