Our friends at the LA Times got some reports from people who have been shown I'm Still Here: The Lost Year of Joaquin Phoenix, the presumable phony documentary shot by Casey Affleck and Phoenix over the last couple of years, as he supposedly quit the acting racket, tried to become a bearded hip-hop performer and behaved badly in a variety of clicheed ways. Quoth the Times: “snorting cocaine, ordering call girls, having oral sex with a publicist, treating his assistants abusively and rapping badly.”
This all sounds lame, like an unfunny Borat (or should we say an even-less-funny Borat…) mixed with half-baked Harmony Korine and a little The Aristocrats thrown in for good measure.
We'd be yawning already if it wasn't for this amusing tidbit:
Several buyers said the film overflowed with Hollywood debauchery, including more male frontal nudity than you'd find in some gay porn films and a stomach-turning sequence in which someone feuding with Phoenix defecates on the actor while he's asleep.
So–who took a crap on Joaquin Phoenix? Any guesses? Any reports from the field? The crapper himself/herself?
Our money is on the disgruntled ghost of Johnny Cash, but we're not sure ghosts crap. Do they?
Here's the infamous Letterman interview that let the world know about Joaquin's little cinema verite project:
And here is one of the best accounts of how this “prank” played out in real time, by the honest and cynical Devin Faraci at Chud.com.