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Mickey Rourke? What In Silicone Argyle Hell?

Wow, Mickey Rourke. Just. Wow.

You guys.  I don’t even know what to say about this.  I feel bad, really.  What the hell happened to Mickey Rourke? Oh, we’ve discussed the subject before…but, man.  I’ve seen folks have some jacked-up plastic surgery before, but Mickey has clearly had a head vivisection. And don’t even try to tell me it’s all due to his former “boxing career” because I don’t buy it.


Mickey Rourke and Kim Basinger 26 years ago in 9 1/2 Weeks


Oh, MST3K.

HEY.  That reminds me of something! Oh, Mystery Science Theater 3000.

In Mickey’s case, I think it’s The chin, argyle sweater, bloat, WIG That Wouldn’t Die.  Sure, I feel badly for mentioning Mickey’s unfortunate-ness.  But I think he’s giving us a cry for help.  I don’t think the average person has changed THIS much in 26 years.  Again. I’m beating a dead horse.  (The mean-spirited jokes write themselves, people.)

I actually enjoy Mickey as an actor.  I think he’s a nut, but he was always a decent actor.  I also realize that we would be hard-pressed to find anyone who hasn’t gone under the knife in Hollywood. (I’m looking at you Halle Berry, Demi Moore, Zac Efron, Cameron Diaz, Tom Cruise…oh, hell–too many to list.)

Ooooh…pretty balloons.


I’m rambling, but what in the world happened to Mickey that he’d do this to himself? And by that I mean, why would he  wear that wig?