Manolo says, I’m a little teapot…
Argggggh, where’s me pirate ship.
Manolo loves the shoes!
Wait a minute……….are they doing a movie about the capture of Saddam? Let the hair go a little bushier and he has the part
Wow. Mel Gibson IS Saddam Hussein.
passion of the caribbean? pirates of the christ? the mel he seemeth bewildered and bothered. and in need of some grooming.
It’s a sad sad sad day when Melvin can be mistaken for Saddam. How the mighty have fallen!
ooohhhh. scary for halloween!
The Elvira, she never “got” the fuss over the Mel Gibson. And now she never will.
Whatever allure the Gibson once possessed, it has vanished. Mad Max has morphed into Grizzly Adams.
Mel says: For my next trick, I shall nail myself to the cross.
It’s Mr. Edwards! “Hello, Half-pint!”
OMG, he’s got “Runaway Bride” eyes!!
WOW. At first glance, I actually did think this was Saddam! Granted, I’m recovering from a migraine and my vision is a bit blurry in one eye, but *still.* Scary!
If the Mel is going to dye his hair, he should at least do his best to approximate the hair color which God gave him (which is a fair reddish-brown if the Annalucia remembers correctly). The too-dark hair on the aging face, it looks like the roadkill laid across the scalp.
well in defense of the Mel-he is with the long mangy beard for a movie-something about a president-but it is true he has lost the “it” he used to have.
bushy beard+ the indifferent grooming + questionable hygiene + a plaid shirt = a Bear…
In defense of Mel: I still think that if he got rid of that beard, lost the plaid shirt, and put on a nice suit he would still look a thousand times better than 90% of the guys that cross my path… In the meantime though, somebody please pass him a coat hanger- it looks like that dang beard itches!
I waiting for him to burst out with something from Fiddler on the Roof myself. If I was a rich man…
I, too, actually thought this was Saddam Hussein until I saw the second picture. How creepy is that? Don’t he or his wife notice this? I think I would jump out of my skin every morning if I saw Saddam Hussein lying in bed next to me.
Ayyyy! Perhaps he is preparing to play the Stout Cortez.
Well, now you know why his hair is dyed so dark, in order to approximate the coloring of a Mayan man. I say let the man do his thing. He’s worked hard, he gambled and won. Good for him.
Ewww…playing a Mayan or not…it looks like there are little animals crawling in that beard of his. Mel, what happened to you, baby? You’ve gone from being my hot fantasy idol to being the icky pervert next door…
What is he trying to do?
It is good that the Mel finally looks like the fanatic he is.
Can’t a man get old anymore? At least he doesn’t have that Ahnuld mask.
Ah, Manolo, if you knew better the sweetness of the Jesus, you would understand better the madness of the Mel.
I think back to the first ‘Lethal Weapon,’ when he is standing in the rain, at his wife’s grave, with the scars on his face, and those beautiful, striking, blue eyes, and then I see this, and I sigh heavily.
I have broken down his new look mathematically:
Except I now suddenly realize I forgot to factor in a Grizzly Adams quotient.