Every once in a while, a brave man (or woman!) emerges from the muck of Hollywood greater than they ever would have been had they not withstood the pressures of showbiz and its many ungodly tests. These people, these rare gifts, are like carbon that's squashed and roasted until out pops a diamond. Steve Guttenberg, The Goot, is not one of these people. But he really, really believes he is, and – God love him – we almost wish he were right.
“I am a seducer, I’m a salesman,” he said. “I’m trying to get people to buy my message. I do have a message. I’m as corny as Kansas in August. I’m as high as a kite on the Fourth of July. That’s from South Pacific, but yeah, I do have a message …” He looked at the busy street below and into the private park across the street. “The meek will inherit the earth,” he said, in a softer voice. “So be nice to the meek. The old man spitting on the corner. The janitor cleaning up. The man behind the counter at the convenience store. Those are our people—that guy driving that truck—they make the world go. And, you know, the powerful and the wealthy, there’s a place for everybody, but don’t put the regular guy down. And that comes from me. I’m an ordinary guy living an extraordinary life, but I’m an ordinary guy. I’m not a fancy fellow.”
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“I think some people do understand that message, that I’m an ordinary guy trying to paint pictures of ordinary people, in an extraordinary life,” he said. And then there are the people he calls the “hippoisie. These are the people who think I’m not apathetic enough for them. That the tone in my voice goes up too often. That I smile too much. That I’m too happy. So, to them, I say, ‘Fuck you.’”
Do read the rest of The Goot's Observer profile. It's a wondrous thing.
Editor
Pass.
Sigh, it's The Gutte. Or, perhaps, Gutte God. So stop flinging around this phonetic bull puckey.
Lisa, that's how he refers to himself in the Observer article …
How pathetic is that ….
@ Lisa
Hey, don't shoot the messenger:
"'I walked in and the maitre d’ made a big deal for me,' said Mr. Guttenberg. The Goot—as he’s known to his friends…"
Bah! Double Bah! The Observer reporter clearly transcribed it incorrectly. As a matter of fact, I am going to write them a strongly worded letter. Spencer Morgan is on my shit list.
Has the Gutte been hanging around with Busey again?
Cord has been all over the place today! Is he lonely? Does he still have all his organs? The world may never know… dun dun duhhhhhn!
What the hell? I think reading that gave me a tumor.
Thank you lisa. The Gutte! heads hate it when they misspell his name.
It's exciting, isn't it? Cord learned to be nice to the meek. That's why we are getting so many pink boxes. The meek will inherit the earth, you know?
Why did you take the "Best" away, yo? Did we like it a little too much?
I'm pretty sure you just violated the Geneva Convention by taking away the "Best."
Or maybe the meek will inherit the pink boxes.
The pink boxes are the earth. Wrap your brain around it.
I hate to admit this, but I watched Dancing with the Stars when he was on last season, and he actually seemed like a pretty likeable, and nice guy. A bit cheesy, as witnessed above, but really a nice guy (reeeally smiley). He seems to live in his own little world, but everyone on the show seemed to like him too.
That was painful to admit.
Wow. Thats quite the package my friend!
DAS GUTTE.
I have nothing of value to add.
I wonder if Right Said Fred knows the Goot has been raiding their closet again?
Steve Guttenberg to come back and recapture the hearts of 'Merka, to remind people of a kindler, gentler time when Three Men could have a Baby and wackiness would ensue? This ought to be Goot.
I don't know Keebler. I thought this may have been something out of Pauley Shores closet. Circa Biodome