The New York Post's Page Six printed an article the other day that was all about Bill Murray and his recent social habits which involve partying with MGMT and showing up to random college house parties. It featured 3 or 4 eyewitness accounts of Murray, who he talked to and what beer he drank. Personally, I think the article had no business being in The Post. The Post can poke and pry into A-rod and that 80's star on horse testosterone all they want but leave Bill Murray alone. They pretty much portrayed Murray as being a lonely, creepy, 58 year old loser who shows up at bars and talks to 20 year old girls.
Recently divorced from his second wife of 11 years and mother of his 4 sons, Jennifer Butler Murray, Murray in my opinion is one of the most intriguing, charismatic, and brilliant actors around. His deadpan style is by no means one dimensional( think Caddyshack then Lost in Translation) and his career transcends three decades. The fact that the star of Stripes, Ghost Busters, What About Bob, Groundhog Day, Rushmore, and Lost in Translation doesn't like the Hollywood spotlight but instead prefers the Holden Caulfield roam about NYC style of life is a triumph not to be exploited and ruined. So fuck the Post for proclaiming that "Bill seems to be going through his own unique midlife crisis", because he might just be a genuinely cool fucking dude who's a little out there looking for the company of some real people.
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