Really?: Charlie Sheen Given Another Show...And It's a TV Version of Anger Management
I know all those words, but that title makes no sense.
According to THR, everyone in Hollywood has that sunny-dispositioned Drew-Barrymore-in-50 First Dates memory disease, and have thusly decided to give that nice man from the funny baseball movies a new TV show. Forget the drugs, the debauchery, the threats upon the life of his former showrunner, or the fact that he is ever so rapidly beginning to look like the lovechild of Amy Winehouse and the Snow Miser. What could possibly go wrong?
And, just to take the chocolatey goodness we all love and add the peanut buttery joy that can only make magic together, the new sitcom in question will be based upon the Adam Sandler/Jack Nicholson opus, Anger Management. A movie with a 43% on the Tomatometer and which grossed $135 million, because other people are stupid and like movies with loud yelling sounds.
Sheen would be taking on the Nicholson role, obviously. FX, Spike, USA or Comedy Central seem to be the frontrunners for potential pickup, as all Time-Warner subsidiaries are off the table, what with the public shame, crack and general crankery. Needless to say, they have not yet found a showrunner.
The attention span in Hollywood is similar to that of a fruit fly, or cracked out former film star who now believes himself to be in on his public joke of a persona while the world laughingly forgets he has small children floating around out there, who cannot possibly all that much better off with their mother and have about as much of a chance for a normal life as a tampon in a garbage disposal. So, the general rule of thumb is that, with time, everything is forgiven and forgotten. Due to the internet's rule of "ram something into your brain with a large and heavy object until the point it is no longer funny or even interesting," that attention span is even shorter. So I'm not shocked this is happening already. I look forward to its two seasons I won't watch before Sheen is found naked and screaming in Brentwood covered in hooker blood while wearing a 'winning' t-shirt.