Russell Crowe went out to a little press thing to promote "Robin Hood" or something, and for some inexplicable reason, someone thought it would be a totally sweet idea to give him a sword. The guy can bash in your head with a goddamn phone, and you're giving him a sword. This is like telling a four-year-old not to run with scissors, then giving him a goddamn machete and letting him run laps in the backyard. It's all fun and games until a drunk Aussie decides to reenact his favorite scene from Gladiator on some douchebag paparazzo.