While looking like he was styled by the ghost of Kim Jong-Il, Brad Pitt showed up to the Sundance Sunset Cinema in West Hollywood, CA last night for the screening of director Rachel Boynton’s documentary Big Men, which he executive produced. Pink foam rollers, a box of Just For Men hair dye, a trim to those nana pubes on his chin, 10 minutes in the tanning bed and some Boytox did Brad Pitt some good.
The only bad shit I have to say about this is that I can’t believe Zahara let Brad leave the house in that non-matching beach hobo business suit that looks like it was used as a dog bed at some point. I also cannot with that hair, because it brings back painful junior high school memories of the time I relaxed my curly hair and it came out looking like a home for cracked-out rats. Also, since the child army are always at the store, can they please get their dad a roll of Viva so he can blot the grease off of his forehead. Hmmm, I guess I had more than one bad thing to say about this look. I better take my ass to confessional to ask for peenance (typo and it stays) for hating on the patriarch of our holiest family.