Uhm, whoops?

Back when they were filming the crappy half of Gringhouse, Robert Rodriguez was so taken by his voluptuous starlet that he broke up his sixteen year marriage. A marriage which had produced a truly frightening number of offspring (no lazy sperm in the man's cojones!). He thought her talents extended beyond her vagina so he wanted her to star in three more mediocre movies. Apparently that did not go as planned and now the romance is kaput. Whoops. [link]

I think there is one of those old Visa commercials here somewhere. Fucking your starlet in her trailer, breaking up your family and your marriage of sixteen years to continue fucking your starlet, breaking up with your starlet a couple of years later? Priceless. Someone else needs to fill in the costs, I imagine the divorce wasn't cheap. Surely the movies they had planned were probably gonna be mildly amusing and entirely inconsequential at best so this is no loss for the cinematic arts. Stylistics, cheapo budget tricks, and Tarantino's friendship aside, Rob Rod has never been more than a serviceable director. Personally I am more impressed with his cooking instruction videos. This cochinita pibil sounds hot!: