Russell Brand Trashes His Life With Katy Perry In A Documentary About Him
In the Katy Perry concert movie Katy Perry: Part of Me, there’s a scene where she brings the raw emotions and breaks down after her then-husband Russell Brand tells her in a text that just like deodorant, he’s done with her. Well, in a documentary about Russell Brand, he doesn’t get that sentimental about his marriage to Katy Perry. That picture of them pretty much sums it all up. The camera flashes make Katy Perry light up like me when I see any live dick in front of me and they make Russell Brand’s face go glum.
In the trailer for BRAND: The Second Coming, there’s a part where scenes of him and Katy Perry together play as he says that he’s living the very thing he detests, the “vapid, vacuous, plastic, constructed, mindless celebrity” life.
The Daily Mail says that there’s also a part where Russell comes back from a trip to Africa with Katy and says that their relationship isn’t exactly that deep and is probably going to live as long as one of his freshly hatched crotch crabs after it gets a sniff of his nutsack fumes.
Elsewhere in the film, Russell is seen mocking his wife in a stand-up routine and admitting to friend Stephen Merchant that he didn’t think their marriage would last.
He told his pal: ‘It’s definitely good I’m with someone I love. But it’s not a resolution to anything spiritual…
‘This is my suspicion, that at some point, to be happy, I’m going to have to walk away.’
Yet another scene shows the British funnyman’s friend Noel Gallagher admitting he knew their union wouldn’t last.
Katy is said to be feeling very upset and ’embarrassed’ by the revealing documentary.
As UsWeekly points out, Russell Brand hates this documentary about him and tried to block it from premiering at SXSW last March. The director of the documentary said that working with Russell was hard. The director took out some scenes for Russell, but Russell still felt all kinds of uncomfortable while watching it.
Okay, I get that he felt himself die inside while being trapped in a tabloid bubble, what the hell did he expect when he married a pop star? If he wanted that authentic namu myōhō renge kyō life, he shouldn’t have married Katy Perry. I mean, it’s as if you hook up with Richard Gere and are shocked when a gerbil bites your tongue while you toss his salad. (And no, don’t bother sending me a link to that Snopes post that debunks this ancient myth. It’s the only thing I have!)