Let's hope it's not anything like Ocean's 12. Man, that movie sucks. I blame Julia Roberts. In fact, I think we could start a national movement in which we constantly use this phrase.
Hurricane Sandy? I blame Julia Roberts.
Economic woes? I blame Julia Roberts.
Just stubbed your toe on the coffee table? I blame Julia Roberts.
Back to The Monuments Men, that cast sounds really promising. Bill Murray makes almost everything* better. So today, instead of talking about George, let's talk about Bill Murray.
If you're on the Internet ever, you've probably seen some stories about Bill Murray and how, if you meet one celebrity in your life, he's the one you want to meet.
For example, this guy met Bill Murray and, instead of taking a simple photo with the guy, Bill agreed to appear in a "movie trailer" with him and his friends:
"Every time Road House is on and he or one of his idiot brothers are watching TV — and they’re always watching TV — one of them calls my husband and says [In a reasonable approximation of Carl Spackler], “Kelly’s having sex with Patrick Swayze right now. They’re doing it. He’s throwing her against the rocks.” [Away from the receiver.] What? Oh, my God. Mitch was just walking out the door to the set, and he said that Bill once called him from Russia."
Next time you spot Road House on TNT, know that somewhere in the world a Murray brother is making a phone call.
The Internet is full of such stories about the adventures of Bill Murray. There's the time he read poetry to construction workers at a library in New York:
According to the team here at Vodka Cranberry Clooney, a movie starring both George Clooney and Bill Murray would be the bee's knees. I'd bet money on it.
*No one can make Garfield better. I blame Julia Roberts.