On second thought, don’t (make the movie.) You’d only ruin it for me. You’ve squandered the goodwill accrued playing that lovable piece of milquetoast by endlessly rehashing the role, whoring it out as schtich with diminishing returns. From Juno to Superbad to Nick and Nora- all your characters are pale imitations of the one that made you famous, and frankly, it’s getting old.
Which is why I don’t even want to see you in the Arrested Development movie. Word on the street is you were the lone holdout, claiming a film version wouldn’t do the show justice. Well guess what? Playing watered down George Michaels in a bunch of shitty movies doesn’t do the show justice, either. Stop acting like you’re some bastion of artistic integrity. Scott Pilgrim is just George Michael with a flaming sword. Edgar Wright should have known better.
You know what I think? They should kill you off. Open the Arrested Development movie with George Michael’s funeral. Say he died in a freak banana dipping accident. Take a chance, go out funny, and save us the douche chills of watching you go through the motions. Your career just might benefit.
