His beautiful hair, his awesome life, his insatiable appetite for supermodels and penchant for fine explosions – there are any number of reasons for jealous losers to envy Michael Bay. But that envy turned to violence early this morning when the director was attacked while in Hong Kong to film Transformers four. Sad. Ugly people bothering beautiful directors.
Bay has been attacked in Hong Kong while shooting the latest Transformers film in the city, suffering injuries to his face, reports said Thursday.
Police said they had arrested two men in the early hours of Thursday morning after the attack on a 48-year-old man named by local media as the “Armageddon” director, on location in the city filming “Transformers: Age of Extinction”.
The two men reportedly confronted Bay and his film crew in the city’s Quarry Bay district, claiming they were owed HK$100,000 ($12,900) compensation for filming in the area.
Whoa whoa whoa, trying to get Michael Bay to pay a protection racket? I don’t think so. He’s never done it before, and as Bay said himself, “I don’t change my style for anybody. Pussies do that.” Pussies do that. PDT. It’s his personal motto, a la YOLO. He has it tattooed in script on all of his tigers.
Police have now handed the case to specialist anti-triad units reserved for tackling Hong Kong’s notorious criminal gangs.
“When the movie crew was filming, one of the arrested persons was seeking HK$100,000 [from Bay], leading to a scuffle. Another arrested person suddenly attacked him,” police said in a statement.
While local media named the Hollywood director as the target of the attack, police would only confirm the victim as being a 48-year-old “Michael”.
“The right side of his face was injured, but he refused to go to the hospital,” the statement said. [AFP]
Man, if you thought Michael Bay had a wildly-inflated personal mythology as a brave tough guy before, imagine what he’s going to be like now that he can boast of literally surviving an attack by a gang of triads. I wouldn’t be surprised if he starts showing up to set wearing a white t-shirt with a pack of cigarettes rolled up in the sleeve and begins every sentence with “back when I fought off a whole gang of triads…”
The girls who polish his Ferrari are going to be so sick of hearing that story. And look, if anyone goes missing in a white tiger attack in the next few days, I’m not sayin, I’m just sayin…
I want more like this!
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