A TMZ insider was attending a bachelor party in Bucharest, Romania. When a mysterious figure came out of the shadows to offer a helping hand, er, light.
Our source had a killer craving for a cancer stick and asked his friends if someone had a light. From the darkness crawled Kiefer Sutherland, dressed in ash black, saying, "Did someone ask for a light?" Kiefer then exhaled, "It is good to hear familiar voices." Random!
The "24" star is overseas filming his new flick "Mirrors." Minutes later, Jack Bauer disappeared back into the shadows.
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(Page 1 of 3) | 1 | 2 | 3 | Most Recent | Next 15 CommentsA bachelor party in Bucharest? Wow, most people just go to Vegas. What a catty thing to say - a puffy Sutherland crawled out of the darkness. I assume your "source" was pleased to get that light. What a gentleman Keifer was and I'm sure it is nice to hear your own language in a foreign country. Your "insider" sounds like a jerk. Someone does you a favor and is polite and you take cheap shots. I would say your snitch should just stay in Bucharest but that would be unkind to the country. Could I suggest a cruise with a slippery deck?
Kiefer, the mysterious, talented and kick-ass Canuck with great genes.
I think Julia missed the boat completely on him. The error of youth. He seizes the day.
hmmm... you think maybe by 'familiar voices' he meant fellow English-speakers, considering they were in Romania?? nah, can't be.. too logical..
This article reminds me of a recent poem I read that came from the Sedaris Atelier that is a critique of this year's prime-time television line-up, a poem called "The Werewhile Hour."
The Werewhile Hour: A Poem
In the notorious thirteenth chapter of his first book
Wayne Booth took a flying leap into ethical criticism
an arena guarded by great souls like Plato, Johnson, and Tolstoy
but primarily inhabited, fifty years ago,
by narrow moralists from the Legion of Decency.
Booth's central thrust was that, because man is a social animal,
fiction is ethically formative: that our lives are significantly enriched or impoverished,
our character strengthened or enfeebled, our values challenged or confirmed,
by the narratives that we read.
Godspeed!
Then came the Werewhile Hour. An Hour of Power!
A snearing snick of time, a dour-flower of overpowering dark Allure,
a fearful frenzy-friend unleashing unintended blends of praise and damnation
a daunting crazed perusal of phrases; tendrils greedily grasping through an editor's mazes;
reaching timelessly into the groping animality of Manhattan's midnight hazes.
It was a Craze!
The Is-Been, the Has-Been, the Wereperson, the Never-Was,
wishful night-time thinkers wearily clutching the skirt of Francine.
She sees the seed of soot that reveals their thinness; her new light shrinks them.
Mercilessly carping about the quality of the grape,
carelessly criticizing the service of those they lightly ape with Sprite
Dressed, well-smelling, telling of a stench rising from a coffin's place.
Illiterates sing the Werewhile Song tonight.
A tear. A bore. A beekeeper. An inexpensive whore who yearns for a more daring floor show.
A far-off Shore with a light that exploits the hope of Renoir.
Moray eels electronically redecorate. Then a glance from the Castle turns the Were-ones into Ghosts.
(An article in the next day's Post!)
Sex in the city, the night before, a searing numbness rinsed off by the key ingredient of a great pour.
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Why do you feel it necessary to insult him and call him "puffy". How wonderful it must be to be you, sitting behind a desk and computer screen, insulting and tearing down people.
Why don't you post your picture here and let us all have a go at you?
I am throughly convinced that the staffers at TMZ. com must have some huge self esteem issues since they like to ridicule and point out flaws in everyone else.
At the end of the day what's it like to feel like an incredible asshole?
















