James Brown used to call himself the hardest-working man in show business. Maybe he was. I don’t know.
But I do know the hardest-working man in showbiz today.
It’s our man Eric.
He now has 916 acting credits on IMDb, including 14 this year so far, and 90 in the pipeline. That’s not a typo. He is in NINETY upcoming projects. I suppose he celebrated his birthday with a quick nod to those who thanked him, then set upon learning his lines for some crappy film in Croatia or Ecuador or Uzbekistan or Pitcairn’s Island. Gotta study, you know. He has to nail it all today, because tomorrow he’s on a plane to some place we’ve probably never heard of, someplace deep in the jungle or high atop a mountain, where they eat insects and worship mud. But if they have a camera, and their checks don’t bounce, he’ll get there. He may need a safari guide or a sherpa or protection from the Armenian mafia, but he’ll get there, he’ll know his lines, and he’ll hit his marks.
Cheers to ya, E.R., and just keep doin’ you. We’re pullin’ for you to hit the thousand mark.
Happy 70th Eric. Now put him in an “Ocean’s” sequel as Tess’ estranged brother who helps in a heist. Eric deserves a big payday and a comeback. He’s better than Julia.