Despite photographs showing him looking like the definition of DRUNK that appeared on the internet last week, Jonathan Rhys Meyers would like you to cancel your call to A&E to have Candy Finnigan and the Intervention crew pulled out of retirement, because he’s not nearly as messy as he looks. In case you’ve forgotten, Jonathan used to have a real bad time with the booze, and last week it looked like he and booze had become reacquainted again. But earlier today, Jonathan released a statement via his fianceé Mara Lane’s Instagram account (via Daily Mail) claiming it’s not as bad as it looked:
“Mara and I are thankful for your support and kindness during this time. I apologize for having a minor relapse and hope that people don’t think too badly of me. I stopped drinking immediately and it is no reflection on Damascus Cover [his latest film] as I was not meant to attend Cannes this year and I apologize to fans and colleagues. I am on the mend and thank well wishers and sorry for my disheveled appearance as I was on my way home from a friends and had not changed I feel I made a mistake and feel quite embarrassed but this was just a blip in my recovery otherwise I’m living a healthy life. Love and blessings. #Rebel #Angel”
Maybe it’s because I’m second-hand hammered from looking at those pics of JRM rolling hard on the juice, but “#Rebel #Angel” totally sounds like the name of a party 2-pack from Ed Hardy that comes with a bottle of vodka and a bottle of edible rhinestones.
JRM was stumbling around in the street during the day with his fly open and carrying an open bottle of Smirnoff, which means he can check off three boxes on the “Signs you might need to cool it a bit” list. But that friend of his isn’t off the hook, either. Who lets a friend leave their house that drunk? The open fly alone should have been enough to warrant a couch crashing.