Tuesday Talent: Colin Farrell

Colin Farrell talked about the hideous flop that was 2004's Oliver Stone-helmed Alexander while at a Rome Film Festival [actually the Third International Rome Film Festival] press conference for new film Pride and Glory.


"Alexander hurt, you know -- and again people are going to say 'Get over it, you were well paid' and all that. But Alexander hurt," Farrell told reporters.
"The response that it got was really painful and all of us got a really hard time, and I didn't come across too well either in the majority of reviews and even with the audiences -- people did not respond to it.

"It was a film that was made to be seen by many people. Not many people saw it and they weren't particularly fond of it, and that was s----, it was really s----," he said...

Farrell, along with co-stars Angelina Jolie and Val Kilmer, was nominated for worst actor for his portrayal of the ancient Greek military leader at the 2005 Razzies...

"I took it to heart. I felt like I had let a lot of people down, I felt like I had disappointed a lot of people ... And it took a while to get over that," Farrell said.

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You know, sometimes even the best actors get lost in the briar patch of a director's flawed vision and nobody knows better than a lot of gay brethren of how flawed Stone's vision was when it came to Alexander. Two years or so ago when Mr. Farrell was working in these parts on the very film he is promoting now, we had this to say and it still holds true:


NY tabloids have not exactly been obsessed with Column favourite Mr. Colin Farrell but he has not been ignored either while working in these parts. He's not about to be ignored by this BLOG ever whether he is employed or unemployed. We'll always be here for him. Yesterday the second paragraph of Page Six's report went like this: "While shooting a scene for Pride and Glory last Friday morning under the Queensboro Bridge, he cracked up the crew when he walked to the entrance of Scores strip club, pretended to bang on the door and yelled, 'Let me in!' Alas, the club doesn't open until 7 p.m."

Let it be said here and now that no matter the time of day the door will always be open to Mr. Farrell in these parts. All he need do is knock and ...
well, you know the rest.

Looking under the bed, one might find his shoes.