John Travolta made the rounds last week, promoting Killing Season, his new movie with Robert DeNiro. It looks like shit, and so did John Thursday at Good Morning America. I'm not sure if it's the hair plug/spray on hair mix on his head, the funeral home palor, or the singular patch of black spike on his chin, but it was a little unnerving seeing him up close. The autographers were lined up at the barricades like a wall, edging out two female tourists trying to take a picture with him. John signed, he posed, he worked the crowd like a showgirl on opening night, never once giving off a particularly masculine vibe. It was more like a middle aged Danny Zuko after getting dumped by Kenickie. Oddly fascinating and equally disturbing.
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