While "everyone" has been busy watching the public flogging of one errant Will Smith, seems like more than a few have missed the self-flagellation of Marky-Mark aka Mark Wahlberg, aka "the good Catholic kid from Boston who isn't always very good and wants you to know how guilt-ridden he is."
Alternating between Dirk Diggler in "Boogie Nights" and a four month apology tour in which he offered his body and blood to atone for such sins, then bouncing back to the almost Screw Magazine level perversion of "Ted" (an incredibly [censored] up stuffed animal doing some very [censored] up things) and now to Marky-Mark letting us all know that "Father Stu" is "his most important film yet" in which it seems like the actor is mounting another campaign to portray himself as a twenty-first century everyman wearing a tee shirt of thorns.



Sorry Mah-kee Mahk, I'm just not buying it.

But I will be waiting in the wings for the day you go all
"pre-Vatican II" like Mel Gibson, build your own private church on the outskirts of Boston and fly into drunken rages where you spew conspiracy theories and antisemitic rants.

In fact, it's maybe even a little disturbing watching Mark from Boston cycle endlessly through a ping pong saturnalia of hedonism and guilt, almost like a DIY Postquam Dei munere.
Mark, stop with the schizo stuff.
You're either an actor or a choir boy but you ain't both.

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