“This isn't so much a western. It plays more like a psychological study of these guys. I probably just killed the ticket sales right there. I've never been a good salesman.”
A spokesperson for Foxx gave some lame-ass explanation about Foxx having pressing press obligations. Not true! I have personally, on more than one occasion, witnessed how this jerk works: Foxx has his team come into the lift first and inspect it, to confirm that no peasants are present. Then Foxx is escorted in, and anyone else wanting entrance to the elevator is pushed aside with a more than menacing glare from said goon guards.
Last time it happened to moi was at the snobbier than snot Beverly Wilshire, few months back. Take it from me, this grandmother-in-heaven humble-pie act Foxx lives to peddle so is just that: piss pastry.
Taking a break from this often undecipherable column would probably be a good start. See ya Monday, smooch-sweets!