When Bret Michaels isn't busy dying, having surgery, being hit in the head or making out with bleach blondes with fake boobs he is a singer and reality TV parasite.
I'm sorry does that sound harsh? Well the frontman for 80s hair metal band Poison simply refuses to let us forget he exists. Good or band his bandana head is everywhere. Tell me a week that's gone by without him mugging up for something.
Well now he has decided he is deserving of a biopic. Biopic is a dumb new term for biography movie. Biohazard is more like it in this case. Michaels has no loss for self esteem that's for sure. He has been noted that his battle with diabetes alone makes him MVP at life itself.
'I want to tell the story,' he told the Columbus Dispatch daily newspaper. 'Mostly, when you see rock movies, it has to be this over-the-top thing. I want to give people a Bret Michaels movie where they see that my life is a comedy of errors. I also want to show my fans how to get through the kind of troubles that would leave most people flat on the floor.'
Who would attend this show? Paunched middle aged men with receding hairlines and 2.5 kids and a lawn mower and doughy middle aged women with bad highlighted modified mullets and flip flops.
Its purgatory- lets hope it never happens.