Hollywood and environs appear to be preparing to pronounce Mel Gibson anathema, a person to be cast out forever from the body of the faithful. This after his ex-lover has apparently provided to the court, as part of a custody dispute over their shared child, an audiotape in which Gibson can be heard condemning her as a “cunt,” a “bitch,” and a “whore,” decreeing that “[y]ou look like a fucking pig in heat, and if you get raped by a pack of niggers, it will be your fault.”
“I am going to come and burn the fucking house down,” he vows, “but you will blow me first.”
No one is ever at their best in a domestic dispute. But the group agreement seems to be that Gibson has already used up all his chances, what with his 2006 tirade, following a drunken-driving arrest (another situation where no one is at their best) during which Gibson declared that “Jews are responsible for all the wars in the world,” darkly intimated that the arresting officer was himself Jewish, and addressed a female officer as “sugar tits.”
This came after years of presumably more soberly uttered comments, wherein Gibson opined that Rhodes Scholars such as former President Bill Clinton are “Marxists” striving for a “new world order,” explained that women shouldn’t be priests because his former female business manager is “a cunt,” ululated that the passing of Terri Schiavo was “state-sanctioned murder,” observed that gay men are Wrong because they “take it up the ass” when that orifice “is only for taking a shit,” described his blithering loon of a Holocaust-denying father as a man who “has never told me a lie,” and whined that his “human rights were violated” because people didn’t like The Passion of the Christ.
Before Gibson is driven into the desert, I thought I’d recall a time when he was a pleasure to watch on the screen, 25 or so years ago, before he concentrated his film work on stories about vengefully killing people, before he elected to bury himself with his mouth.