Mickey Rourke is a Lost Cause

Oy.

Mickey Rourke showed up to Monday’s Oscar nominee luncheon at the Beverly Hilton Hotel looking like a pimp who got lost on his way to the boulevard to make sure his tricks were making him that scrilla.

Hand down the pants like Al Bundy on the couch, as always, no socks with his loafers (or are they slippers?) and sunglasses (inside!) at the most prestigious luncheon in Hollywood.

That guy is repellent beyond comprehension.

We’re sure someone’s going to saying something like “Leave him alone. It’s the best performance of his career. He’s amazing.”

To those challengers we say, the best performance he could possibly give would be to show up looking like he showered, minus the shades or the aggressive pinstripes, in a simple, classic suit, with a smile on his face and the air of “Gee guys, I really can be normal.”

Now THAT would be Oscar worthy.

If he wins on February 22nd, we will be sorely disappointed in the Academy.

We’ve said it from day one, everything about The Wrestler was good but not great.

That film, and Rourke’s performance, will fade from memory as soon as the awards-season blitz is over.

However, having said all that, we do dig Mickey for his love of animals and his devotion to rescuing dogs.

See, we can be nice to him!

 —Sasha Perl-Raver