I don't know if it's simply a matter of his size and notorious anger or just because I'm soft-brained, but I imagine that when the cameras stop rolling, Russell Crowe turns into someone who talks like the Incredible Hulk. "Crowe want be left alone! Crowe hungry! Crowe smash! Crowe make poor decisions on films of lesser quality because Crowe not stop to consider the ramifications of what he doing. Crowe HUNGRY!"
After the so-so performance of Robin Hood, and the absolute forgettablility of The Next Three Days, Crowe has turned his sight elsewhere, taking to Twitter to post "If you want a Master and Commander sequel I suggest you e-mail Tom Rothman at Fox and let him know your thoughts."
For those who don't remember, that movie was the rather dull naval exercise film that had Crowe dressed foppishly while barking orders at people. It's kind of what I imagine his weekends to be like. At this point, and I believe this to be a 100% scientifically accurate total, zero people have done this. I know, it's shocking that a 7-year old modestly successful naval film hasn't garnered the kind of fervent support necessary to kick-start the heart of this franchise. I'm shocked. I guess the take home message is: If you want to see another one of these movies, get to emailing. Oh, that and "Crowe HUNGRY!"
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