Nolan Dalla

Al Pacino Needs to Hire an Acting Coach

 

 

WHAT IS IT WITH SO MANY BABBLING INCOHERENT LEGENDARY ACTORS?

Help me out, here. Explain this to me. Because, I don’t understand. Somebody has to figure this out.

I just watched Al Pacino mangle the most important 45 seconds of the Academy Awards broadcast tonight in a moment that was both anti-climatic and appalling.

YOU GOT ONE JOB, AL! Read the fucking nominees off the TELEPROMPTER! Then, open that envelope in your hands and bark out the name of the movie in a voice loud enough where we can hear you and understand what your saying? Comprende, Tony Montana? Capishe, Michael Corleone? Got it? Is this simple task really so difficult?

How and why do so many amazing actors do this ALL THE FUCKING TIME? Can’t they MEMORIZE a short script, you know, since they’re going to be speaking in front of 100 million viewers? Hire a coach. Play tapes. Take acting lessons! For chrisssssakes, do something! Get it right!

I remember a few years ago when Warren Beatty was given an honorary Oscar and meandered around the stage like he lost his car in an airport parking lot. I’ve seen Robert De Niro do this sort of thing, who looks downright bored with it all. Anthony Hopkins was so shaky a few Oscars ago I was considering betting the don’t midway through that he wouldn’t finish the presentation. This shit happens ALL THE TIME. Remember Clint Eastwood delivering that disaster of a keynote address at the 2012 Republican convention? And, it can’t just be an *age* thing. After all, any actors and even directors in their 70s and 80s nail their moments when called up.

Does everyone kiss their asses so much they don’t bother putting in the work? Too many sycophants around pandering to every whim and need? Are the critics afraid to be honest and tell Pacino for his own good….

 

Hey Al–can you take like an hour or so out of your schedule with no real job and try to memorize 45 seconds of lines for the biggest moment of the show?”

 

I mean, if Joe Biden can put it together for an hour and 20 minutes on national TV, the least you can do is string together the nominees for “Best Picture,” then read the winner off an envelope.

You’re tearing me apart, here!

What’s up with this incompetence?

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