…And Tyrone Hill looks like Skeletor. Obviously, this correlation is not a pretty one.

The fact that Curtis Jackson — the man who once proudly posed on the cover of GQ in a tattered button-up shirt that was blowing in the wind and oozes more masculine machismo than Razor Ramon – now resembles the former NBA power-forward whose got a plaque in The Naismith for ‘Ugliest Player On The Planet’ is defintely not a good look. Literally and figuratively.

Granted, the sinking face makeover is for a movie role that will probably earn him more than his 10% of whatever shitty sales his next album, 50 Cent Does Electro To Try & Maintain Relevance: A Love Story, will earn. Given that prospect, being asked to lose 60 lbs. by some middle-of-the-pack-director might not necessarily be a bad thing.

That is if you’re not filthy rich, have infinity options and named 50 Cent.

Curtis, if you’re out there, stick to the bang-bang-shoot’em ups. The posters might be terrible, but at least they won’t ask you to turn yourself into an unhealthy weirdo. You can do better than that.