For those of you who might not remember (or have been around) Mickey Rourke when he was a hot young Irishman from Hell's Kitchen, feast your eyes on what used to be:
Young MickeyMickey's bad boy roles, most particularly in 9 and 1/2 Weeks, made him an international star and sex symbol almost overnight. Then he decided to become a professional boxer.
Mickey wasn't such a great boxer. His opponents pounded the snot out of him, probably because their mothers, wives and sisters were all madly in love with him. After getting his ass handed to him for a few years, that lost its charm. Then he looked in the mirror.
He wasn't getting any younger. His face hadn't weathered the boxing endeavor so well - he had knotted eyebrows, a nose with more twists and turns than the PCH, and tons of scar tissue. But Mickey was a very vain man. He missed the red carpet, the paparazzi, the hot young women on his arm. So he went under the knife. Again, and again, and again, until he had replaced all the original parts.
Mickey today
Is this man delusional? How can he look at himself today and think he looks normal? And who picked out his ensemble - all he needs are some matching gloves and he can be Kurt Lagerfeld.
