Damn, Euphegenia, what happened??? If this isn’t the most low-budget, last-minute mall Santa version of Mrs. Doubtfire; bitch looks like a busted Mrs. Featherbottom, and that says a lot, since Mrs. Featherbottom was more busted-looking than Franklin.
Seeing Robin Williams (
yes that’s Robin Williams and yes I’m very bummed out yeah, that’s probably not Robin Williams, but for now let’s just pretend, because it’s more fun) crashing the Cannes red carpet dressed up as Mrs. Doubtfire makes me feel a lot of things: sad, super-sad, depressed, hopeless. Just all kinds of sad, really. I mean, I figured the upcoming sequel to Mrs. Doubtfire was going to be a pile of shit, but I never thought it was going to be this smelly. Does he really need the money that badly? If so, Robin should have been swinging that purse around to collect donations. “Today I’m wearing an old lady wig and a fat suit, but tomorrow I could be in rainbow suspenders and doing that nanu-nanu shit. Help me, please; I have an Academy Award, this is so degrading.”
Here’s more of the empty shell of Robin Williams competing with Kim Kardashian to see who brought more latex, fake hair, and cheap butt padding to France with them. I know, you can’t even really compare the two: Mrs. Doubtfire actually spends time with her kids.