Jeremy Irons, how this pains me to read. I…honestly am speechless and I have a headache because trying to decipher just WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK you were trying to say here is a futile journey.
Irons, AKA Scar from The Lion King AKAthat dude from the movie Lolita sat down with Josh Zepps for HuffPo Live and somehow, the conversation turned to gay marriage before taking a wrong (and weird) turn toward incest. I don’t know either, but it’s a train wreck:
Jeremy: Well, I don’t know… It’s a very interesting one, that, and I don’t really have a strong feeling, but I see that… What we had in England, which was not marriage, but it was a union you could make if you were gay and wanted to make a civil partnership.
Josh: Yes, civil union sort of has the same rights as marriage, but not the name.
Jeremy: That’s right. Same rights, not the name. It seems to me that now they’re fighting for the name and I worry that it means somehow we debase or we change what marriage is. I just worry about that. I mean, tax-wise is an interesting one, because could a father not marry his son?
Josh: Um, well there are laws against incest.
Jeremy: It’s not incest between men. Incest is there to protect us against inbreeding, but men don’t breed, so incest wouldn’t cover that. Now if that was so, then if I wanted to pass on my estate without death duties, I could marry my son and pass on my estate to him.
Josh: No, that sounds like a total red herring. I’m sure that incest law would still cover same-sex marriages.
Jeremy: Really, why?
Josh: Because I don’t think that incest law is only justified on the basis of the consequences of procreation. I think there’s also a moral approbation that’s associated with incest.
Jeremy: But I think it comes from breeding. I think the lawyers are going to have a field day with same-sex marriage. I don’t have a strong feeling either way. I just wish everyone that’s living with one other person the best luck in the world, because it’s fantastic.
Josh: Spoken like a happily married man.
Jeremy: Yeah, and also a man who has a dog that he loves.
The hell? Really – the HELL? What does this nonsense even mean? Was he high on something? I just…there’s such a circle jerk of words here from Jeremy that it’s hard to keep up. It’s like he’s trying to string a bunch of metaphors together with some random words here and there, but it’s just all coming out his mouth as a big “WTF?!” burp. I don’t know if I’m appalled or horribly fascinated. What I do know is that I’m saddened. For shame, Jeremy. For shame.