…Geoffrey Rush! It’s a tough field of contenders with a lot of really weasely apologies out there, but Rush went all out for the win. Rush treated his co-star in a play, Yael Stone, to the spectacle of taking off his clothes and dancing naked in front of her, spying on her in the shower with a mirror, and sending sexualized text messages to her, and has now offered up this stunning “apology” for his actions:
Clearly Yael has been upset on occasion by the spirited enthusiasm I generally bring to my work. I sincerely and deeply regret if I have caused her any distress. This, most certainly, has never been my intention.
I’m sort of impressed. That’s a degree of obliviousness that even I, in my cosseted male whiteness, couldn’t even aspire to. I’ll have to remember that “spirited enthusiasm” is a perfectly acceptable synonym for “sexual harassment”.
I’m all for bringing spirited enthusiasm to work. But that’s not enthusiasm, and that doesn’t sound like his work.
Don’t the studios and directors, etc have some liability here as well as the perp?
I think you are maybe missing the point of his brilliant performance in the competition: his ‘spirited’ enthusiasm was cheap tequila of whisk[e]y and his meaning is merely the old “I was drunk, didn’t know what I was doing, and I don’t remember doing it…if I did” redux, or indeed resartus!
He’s currently suing a local rag for defamation over allegations from another actress for similar behaviour. I think his case tanked about a month ago when someone, not sure if it’s a witness said, “Oh I thought he stopped doing that.”
Ah — the I’m just being uninhibited, why don’t you loosen up game…
Nudity as part of your exuberance is just fine, if you’re part of something like a nudist colony. There are few other places where that kind of blatant nudity would be accepted.
I’m sorry I was just talking about the dancing naked in front of her. Everything else is just creepy, no matter what.
OK, the visualization of that is really more than I can deal with here.