Oftentimes, a celebrity will make an appearance next to his or her brand-spanking-new waxwork. But it can’t be a coincidence that Brad Pitt didn’t show up for this one, which just debuted at the Musée Grévin in France. Somebody must have tipped him off that it’s a hot mess. No, not even a hot mess. It’s a smoking ruin of a mess. It’s a crater on the face of Planet What?!? It is this:
Is Brad Pitt that tired? Is Brad Pitt that crinkly? Is Brad Pitt secretly on the business end of a week-long crack bender, fueled by ouzo and occasional shots of actual gasoline? Is Brad Pitt that… gasp… OLD?
Let’s take a look at them side by side.
Weirdly, it’s not as heinous in close-up, but the fact remains: Yes, Brad Pitt has some sexy crags, but in a Robert Redford/Legal Eagles kind of way, not in a Consumptive Coke Fiend sense. One might argue that it’s a very fine line, but I think it’s more of a canyon, and those glorified candlemakers at the Musee Gratin or whatever MIGHT be about to get wax replicas of their asses handed to them.
Although, if he and Angie get married, I think this would make a PERFECT wedding gift from her to him. Nothing says “I love you” like “I have taken the world’s most hideous replica of you out of the public eye and placed it in our downstairs powder room to freak out our houseguests.”