Oh Mel, where in perfect blue hell did it all go so, so wrong? How could a man so deeply imbedded in so many facets of the popular culture subconscious, who holds a handful of performances so striking, so untouchable, so towering, defining and just f**king cool that they resonant out and far beyond they're initial context (we're specifically talking, of course, "Lethal Weapon" and "Mad Max" here), how could he end up falling so far off the deep end into loony bin exile as a Hollywood pariah? Gibbo's (as he prefers to be called) fall from grace is one of such monumental height that it would give Felix Baumgartner vertigo. It's also one that's not focused on the unravelling of any talent per say, nope, he's remained a strong actor and decisive (if polarising) film maker, rather the big brick wall that blocks the memory of his days prior to falling out of public favour is one far more deeply wound into his personality and history. Every since he was caught driving drunk off his big Australian face by a female police officer he then decided to give a border line lethal dosage of misogyny towards he's been on the fast track to the black list. Sure, many in Hollywood have come back from worse singular events, but couple into this out bursts of racism and anti-Semitism exacerbated by substance abuse and a holocaust denier for a father and you wind up with a public and professional persona tarnished so extensively that he's unlikely to ever return from it. No matter how many films Jodie Foster puts him in with puppets. Nostalgia Level - Blocking phone numbers, changing locks, deleting from social media but occasionally looking back through that old photo album of the time you went and set off home made fireworks in an abandoned factory.