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How to piss on your own chips, by Marion Cotillard

Posted in fuckwits, Fury Home, Media, People, The Modern World with tags , , , , , , , , on March 2, 2008 by bootlegmarkchapman

It was all going so well.  A Bafta followed by an Oscar to go along with a Golden Globe and the new Audrey Tautou was a most palpable hit in Hollywood.  With a role alongside Johnny Depp in the soon-to-begin filming  “Public Enemies” 2008 was all set to be her year.  And then this happens.  It remains to be seen whether her career will be fatally stymied – there’s no shortage of actors out there with questionable views but solid CVs – but it’s safe to say that the recent thawing of US-French relations is unlikely to extend to a broad forgiveness of Cotillard’s frankly bizarre comments regarding the World Trade Centre attacks.

OK, so she hasn’t blamed the Jews for it – apologies for the distasteful link, but I feel that idiocy should be exposed – but unless she has a thunderously good explanation for the comments, it seems likely that instead of being the actress that casting directors immediately call when a part calls for an elfin French lady, Cotillard is going to be as fashionable as shit-flavoured milkshakes in the near future.  “3000 people were killed to save on re-wiring” ought to be a line of reasoning that causes conspiracy theorists the world over take one look at the bottles in their hands, rub their eyes and join the sentient world in thinking “OK, now that is fucking scary shit.”

Now, Tom Cruise’s interesting assertions that Scientologists are the only people capable of helping the victims of a motorway pile-up are one thing – a batshit-loony thing that adds to the already teetering pile of evidence that he leans towards being a touch eccentric (pleasedon’tsuepleasedon’tsuepleasedon’tsue) – but these remarks, and his adherence to the Cult of Scientology, only became common knowledge when he was already big box-office, and largely bullet-proof where the success of his films was concerned.  He could jump the couch 365 days of the year – 366 this year – and his next work would still attract large crowds on the strength of his name and little else.  Cotillard, although already established in France having appeared in the Taxi trilogy, had seemed set to become a global star and a bankable name, with three of the most prestigious cinematic awards in her handbag before March had even begun.

There’s little point looking into the merits of her argument – it’s possibly even weaker than the “Jewish Conspiracy” clownery.  She also seems to buy into the argument that the moon landings were faked, despite numerous point-by-point dismissals of that particular canard.  People who disbelieve conspiracy theories are frequently upbraided with remarks commenting on their gullibility, but when you scratch the surface of these theories they are very often hollow and easily disproved.  Indeed, if you challenge a conspiracy theory with one of the many reams of evidence that disprove it, the reply often comes back:  “That just goes to prove that they were worried people would work it out – they fabricated all that evidence to make us look like cranks.”

Marion Cotillard, however, has handed the anti-conspiracy community (of which I am pleased to be a part) a loaded revolver.  There’s really no work involved in making her look like a crank.  She’s done that herself, and in so doing has probably guaranteed Audrey Tautou another few take-it-to-the-bank default French babe roles.  Felicitations, Marion ma petite.

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