He spent the first half of his life doing drugs, riding motorcycles, and bodybuilding. He spent the second part writing books about the brain and getting movies made about him. We would have stuck with the first part.
He had a pretty amazing career, with the exception being that his last film was Wall Street: Money Never Sleeps. Did you see THAT piece of crap? Oh man. Yeah - Michael Douglas was good, and even Shia LaBeouf was passable (and we usually hate him), but the story was just idiotic. Plot twists, weird visions, and a female lead who might as well have not even been there. The ending? Oh man. We've never seen anything so dumb in our lives. How does this sort of thing happen anyway? Doesn't anyone in Hollywood have the BALLS to stand up and say "Hey! Wall Street was great, but it doesn't NEED a sequel! Get your head out of your ass!"? Of course they don't. Because art in Hollywood is dead, and it's just all about money now. It's sad. It really is. Oh yeah. Eli's dead too.
(d) June 24th, 2014