He is Hollywood’s longstanding “bad boy” who entered to “Wild Thing” in “Major League,” “smoldered” in minutes of “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” screen time, and redefined the concept of “winning” while self-admittedly losing his mind in a regrettable public spectacle decades later.
Now, pop culture’s favorite black-and-blued boozehound-turned far-worse vice peruser is eight years sober, and promoting Netflix’s two-part “aka Charlie Sheen” documentary and his memoir "The Book of Sheen" everywhere from “The Joe Rogan Experience” to Patchogue Main Street.
The “Scary Movie 3” star’s set will arrive in Suffolk on Friday, October 17th, where he is expected to provide more of the same candour that made the aforementioned pair of Charlie-heavy vehicles appointment viewing this past week.
His frequent falls from grace are massively documented. The prevailing thing about Charlie is: he always bounces back to defy the presumption that he too would become one of those tragic tales of a star who flamed out too soon.
After quitting “Two and a Half Men” especially, Sheen soon found that a relapse-bender cocktail mixed in with the Internet age could provide him short-term “success” by screwy metrics, but a longer-term climb back to clarity, catharsis, and Charlie.
For just $50 to $161, Patchogue Theatregoers will firsthand hear the trials and tribulations of an undeniable entertainer who can laugh at himself through a public service lens. He’s taking more responsibility for his drug-fueled demons and overall wickedness than ever before.
By all accounts, he is no longer in the business of doubling down on suggesting so-called “tiger blood and Adonis DNA” could carry you over the indiscriminate storm of crack-cocaine, or any hard drug dependence.
A tabloid King since his “Platoon” and “Wall Street” days, the proven leading man of both big and small screens is also shedding light on previously little-discussed, or often merely rumored topics such as his 2015 HIV diagnosis and surprising “menu-flipping” sexscapades.
As he did from the get-go, Sheen still drops anecdotal bombs like only few in showbiz can, the most extreme examples of which confirm the alarming free rein our favorite celebrities wield.
Case in point: Charlie Sheen, AKA Carlos Estevez, actually once drunkenly flew a plane with hundreds of commercial passengers on board when the fanboy pilot crew let him have too much fun during a cockpit visit.
We’d say, “Well, that’s Charlie,” and he’d say, “Well, that’s me.” Being born the son of “Apocalypse Now” star Martin Sheen, a teenage Charlie saw in acting the structure he too required to stay out of trouble.
Looking to evade failure, he wasn’t accounting for success. There is no cheat sheet on how to handle accruing instant fame and fortune on your own accord, let alone right out of the gate, Sheen has professed.
As his longtime co-star Jon Cryer eloquently put it in the documentary, Sheen’s pattern of self-destruction can be chalked up to his not believing he deserves the flowers we love to throw at his feet.
And throw them at his feet, we will once again in Patchogue next month. Tickets are now available online.
In the meantime, after you binge his documentary to prepare, do check out his “Rogan” spot. Personally, I could watch Joe Rogan and Charlie Sheen discuss JFK assassination conspiracies for 17 days straight.