Look. Look at Robert Pattinson. Jesus Christ. How boring can a human be? He’s so terminally dull that light often refuses to reflect off him, leaving him a walking shadow, slowly chewing sandwiches that contain nothing more than margarine and tedium.
And so, it comes as little surprise that he hasn’t been chosen to rock ‘n’ roll corpse, Jeff Buckley in a biopic about his life.
It is very likely that casting types repeatedly fell asleep when reading Pattz’ CV, smacking their heads on the desk so often that they’re all now in a special Pattinson Coma Ward in a Los Angeles hospital.
