Seeing this arrogant name-dropping twat in living color suddenly clarifies a lot of why I’ve always found his work turgid and uninteresting. Someone inflated his ego way past the recommended safe pressure, and I suspect that if his equally arrogant interviewer were to stroke that massive thing much more, that fancy room would be splattered with the resulting effects of a cranial explosion that would look like someone detonated a few pounds of C4 near the base of dear twee little Brucie’s skull.