I confess. I watched the TV special with Charlie Sheen. It was my guilty pleasure tabloid moment for the week. And all I was left with was a sense of heartbreak and the knowledge that the person I had liked to watch on film was as much of an illusion as the story lines of his projects. Perhaps most of all to himself. How do you begin to understand someone who says he has “Tiger’s blood and Adonis’ DNA and a brain not of our terrestrial plain”? What sense can you make of someone who rants and riffs while chain smoking, defiantly NOT apologizing for his l Read more >




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