By now I’m sure you’ve heard the audio of Christian Bale screaming at the director of photography for screwing up a scene while on set last summer. If not, what the hell is wrong with you? Doesn’t pop culture rule your every waking moment aside from when you’re longing for my blog?
Okay, well I’m withholding judgment (not really) on you for now, but go listen to it when you desire to hear an actor yell a variation of “fuck” 36 times.
Of course everyone is upset about this, and there’s talk that this tirade will forever tarnish his career and blah, blah, blah.
Well obviously I’m not one of those people.
When I heard the clip, my first thought was “That guy totally deserved it.” What other thought could you have?
This is Christian Bale people. Motherfucking Batman. Motherfucking soon-to-be savior of the Terminator movies.
As far as I’m concerned, he can do whatever he wants.
So Bale yelled at some dude. He messed with the wrong man and he got what he had coming to him.
You think Bale’s dry cleaners ever screw up his khakis? Nope! Because they know if he finds his favorite Gap Relax Fits aren’t done when they’re supposed to be, there will be hell to pay.
You think Bale’s Chinese delivery guy ever gets his order wrong? Never! Because he knows that if Bale doesn’t get his Moo shu pork with extra Bok Choy dammit there will be no tip and possibly a bloody nose as a result.
Everyone else who may or may not possibly in any way affect Christian Bale’s life knows to cower in fear and do exactly as he says, so why doesn’t this director of photography get it? No excuses. He should’ve been yelled at like that.
Oh, and Mr. Bale? If you’re reading, I folded your underwear just how you like them sir. No need to thank me, I enjoy doing it.