Ilya Salkind, executive producer of Superman, Superman II, and Superman III, who went missing earlier this week after friends said they hadn’t seen or heard from him since Sunday, was discovered alive in a Mexican hospital this morning. It turns out, he was under the soap. Sorry, Mexican joke, I kid, I kid.
A friend of Salkind tells TMZ … it’s unclear how long Ilya has been in the hospital or why he hasn’t been able to contact anyone.
We’re told Ilya is currently sedated and friends are waiting to speak with the doctor to find out more information.
As TMZ first reported, Ilya — the guy who is widely regarded as the person responsible for bringing a live-action Superman movie to the big screen in the 1970s — went missing this weekend after telling friends he had to run some errands. [TMZ]
I’ve been sitting here trying to think of an “Up, up, and a guey” joke for the last 20 minutes, but I’ve got nothing. We wish him the best, and hopefully things will turn out fine. In the meantime, I just like to imagine TMZ bursting into the Mexican hospital demanding to know what’s wrong with the man. “Wrong, señor? Mira, we yust thought he was esleepeen.”
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I knew Denzel would get him back!
note to self. next time a fat chick passes out with a 24 in front of her… put a 6 pack in the fridge before she wakes up and takes it ALL HOME WITH HER THE UNGRATEFUL BITCH!!!!
“We brung heem to the hospeetal because he said he was eel, yeah?”
Lesson Learned — You can go from “running errands” to unwilling participant in donkey show within an hour in Mexiland. Be afraid.
The Mexican Superman once worked 8 hours without taking a nap.
“he had to run some errands.”
Yeah. Salkind and Patrick Bateman were returning videotapes.
Hey, Lincecum and Burrell are at The Horseshoe. I’ll pay one of you to break Lincecum’s hands.
In the hospital? What a fucking letdown.
I imagined him with a sombrero lowered over his eyes, wearing a blanket with a hole cut in the middle of it around his neck as a makeshift poncho, slumped against a cactus which is also wearing a sombrero and poncho… Because, you know, gringoes and cactuses in the Sonoran Desert are randomly dressed like cholos.
That, or I imagine his head becoming the centerpiece of some narcos’ skull rack.
Vívá lá çórréçíóñés: cacti
He ees Eelya, senor.
Someone should check his nipples. If they’re on the outside of his clothes, Schumacher did this. All these ridiculous plot holes and poor production value have his name all over it.
Sorry Spaz, my brain was on vacation in Mexico.