And it makes sense. Listen to it. He sounds like a classic abuser whose tone is saying, "Remember last time you mouthed off? the hand?" That's what he sounds like. Cruel. Not brave, nor has he a heart. He may have some kind of passion but it's not that of Christ, and his madness is at its max. This can't be unheard.
Some are already saying this is a blackmail attempt, but few blackmailers let go of as much of this so quickly. The point of blackmail is to be paid not to let this out. And even if so, this is still who he is and it can't be unheard. But: He can be this way, and she could be taking advantage of it. They can both be true. But I consider what this has revealed without ambiguity about Gibson's character to be the most important part in general, while the settlement she is now going to get out of him is a matter between them and the courts. As is the investigation into the domestic violence. In any event, what this comes down to is: this is the final affirmation this is a terrible person who should be shunned, and even if you think he was ever any good, he's become something awful at least at this point. Myself, this fits exactly with what I've felt whenever I saw or heard him at least since the 90s.
Even if she did engineer this whole thing to extort from him, the fact the extortion hangs on remains true. Sometimes it takes bad to destroy bad, too.
And the way he speaks of her clothing and her body, all of which he probably didn't mind when she was his mistress, that he left the no doubt much happier mother of his eight children for. That's pretty much in keeping with his particular version of "traditional" morality. One of these once held that the mother of your child somehow then becomes something to be kept clean and pure, and that what you did with her as a mistress will now be with other mistresses, while the mother remains a mother. (There's an excellent book on this, and how it was reflected in art of the 19th century, called IDOLS OF PERVERSITY, though I can't recommend the author's other books)
I admit I'm glad. Some examples of why I'm so happy about this. I examined his noxious work for some years before getting sick of it. Not because I liked him, but because I saw something frightening in there, that I found surprising I didn't hear others remark upon. Because it bothered me that people saw something convincingly heroic about him onscreen.
There were more but those were the only ones I brought over from Hollywood Bitchslap. I remember when I was looking at these things and seeing not just the same plot, but the same increasingly brutal and paranoid attitude laid out in these things, I wondered how long it would take before the world saw what Gibson was.
And Mel. You just cannot stop yourself, can you? You're not insane. You're just a brutal, stupid bastard, certainly the most horrible from an era when actors got directing Oscars every two years, with an ugly mind, an ugly soul, a hatred of all man- and womankind in more than 31 different flavors of slur, with no talent and no brain. The least of my reasons to hate you was the way you destroyed history every time you came near it. But this? It all fits. Poison fruit from a poison tree. You have no taste, no talent, no knowledge, no self-control, no kindness, no love and no reason to have ever become so famous and respected as once you were. You're the symbol of all the ugliness in our culture's soul. And perhaps you need to be exorcised, one less fevered ego clogging the world.
I'm glad everyone knows what you are. I'm glad you can't stop. Now swallow all your wormwood.
Update: But wait, there's more! Actual mad threats of violence ("you need a BAT to the side of the head!" he says) and a really scary voice. Please listen. Please defend this man. Watch his fucking movies now.
He needs to get out of all our lives now. Fix himself, drink himself to death, that's his problem. But he needs to go away and keep his poison to himself.
And he will. See, in this second one he says these things: "my career is over and when I said that you lit out.." and "I have no fucking friends " Guess what. Mel has no friends left in Hollywood. He was ALREADY fucked. He was blaming it and taking it out on her.
Which means he is not coming back from this, Gibson fans, all three of you left.
"Eternity in the company of Beelzebub, and all of his hellish instruments of death, will be a picnic compared to five minutes with me & this pencil." --E. Blackadder, 1789 Questionable
words & pictures from John Linton Roberson