Once upon a time, in the ancient year of 2003, two brave souls—Drew Barrymore and Justin Theroux—embarked on a treacherous journey called Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle. What was supposed to be a regular action-packed film ended up being a full-on slapstick comedy—minus the laugh track and with way more physical pain.
Recently, on The Drew Barrymore Show, the dynamic duo took a trip down memory lane, revisiting those glory days filled with high kicks and hospital bills. Cue the heartfelt piano music.
“So, there we were,” Justin began, probably flashing back to the good ol’ days when their bodies were still in one piece. “Drew was in these insane heel boots—you know, the kind that says ‘fashion’ but also screams ‘health insurance liability’—and the plan was simple. She kicks me into some barrels. What could go wrong?”
Spoiler alert: everything.
In true action star fashion, Drew didn’t just kick Justin gently. Oh no. She channeled the power of Thor, Beyoncé, and maybe a little bit of Chuck Norris, launching her boot straight into Justin’s chest like she was auditioning for Mortal Kombat. “And BAM!” Justin said, still looking like he could feel the impact. “Chest plate—gone. RIP. Broken. Worst day ever.”
While Justin was left clutching his ribs and questioning his life choices, Drew stood there like, “Wow, that was a great take.” Because who cares about a little broken chest plate when the shot looked amazing, right?
But the madness didn’t stop there. Oh no, dear reader, that was just round one of this action-packed medical drama.
Drew herself wasn’t exactly skipping through the set, unscathed. Apparently, she had one job: wear a “tailbone pad” (because, as we all know, tailbones are fragile little creatures). Did she remember this essential piece of protective gear? Of course not. What could possibly go wrong?
Answer: her tailbone. It met a chair. Violently. “Cracked it right into the chair,” Drew said, probably with a wistful look like someone recalling a lost love. And then? Yep, snap. Another injury, another hospital trip, and another moment of sheer cinematic magic.
Two Hollywood stars, one movie, and a whole lot of bruised bones. Moral of the story? Maybe action movies should come with hazard pay… and a crash course in how not to destroy your co-star’s skeletal structure.
