Maybe there is some justice in the world. From last week's PopBitch:

Poor Guy Ritchie. His little Brit gangster
movie fluked him into a marriage to Madonna
and instant elevation to Hollywood's A list.

But being a public schoolboy with the ability
to speak Cockney doesn't really cut the mustard
in Los Angeles, and Guy has seen his career
and self esteem nosedive. Like many lost souls
in the city, he has taken refuge in a quasi
religous cult.

Guy is now so in thrall to Kabbalah that
he is ranting to anyone who will listen that
the world is going to end in 2011.
Apparently even Madonna is worried about him.

All he needs now to complete his career
meltdown is to make a Battlefield Earth-style
movie about this forthcoming global apocalypse.