Johnny Depp is making news at the Cannes Film Festival, but not for the reasons he might have hoped. His new movie, Jeanne Du Barry, premiered on May 16th, but it was Depp’s appearance that stole the spotlight—specifically, his teeth.
The 59-year-old actor, known for his roles in *Pirates of the Caribbean* and *Sweeney Todd*, has kept a low profile since his 2022 legal victory over ex-wife Amber Heard. He has been spending time at his large estate in Somerset, England. However, he decided to attend the Cannes Film Festival for his film’s premiere.
Unfortunately, Depp’s teeth have become a major topic online, with fans expressing shock and disappointment. Some even compared his look to that of rock musician Ozzy Osbourne. Comments on social media have been harsh, with some fans saying they are “disgusted” by how Depp looks. It seems Depp’s appearance at Cannes is getting more attention than his movie.
Fans have been reacting strongly to Johnny Depp’s appearance on social media, especially his teeth. Some people are shocked and unhappy about how his teeth look in photos from the Cannes Film Festival.
One Twitter user wrote, “Johnny Depp’s teeth are literally ROTTING,” and shared a close-up picture of his teeth. Another person asked, “Why do I have to see close-up pics of Johnny Depp’s teeth against my will?” A third critic said, “Johnny Depp just looks like someone grabbed his teeth and painted them black.”
Many fans expressed their disappointment, with one saying, “Seeing that pic of Johnny Depp’s teeth on my timeline just ruined my mood. That’s enough Twitter for me.” Another joked, “Well, at least he’s committed to staying in character for his next pirate movie.” One person even commented, “This should be considered bacterial biological warfare,” while others speculated that his long-term smoking might be the cause, with one user writing, “Dude has been a tobacco smoker for his entire adult life so not surprising.”
Johnny Depp received a standing ovation at the Cannes Film Festival, despite some criticism about his teeth. After the premiere of his French biographical drama, Depp was applauded for seven minutes. Reports say he was moved to tears by the response.
While some fans commented negatively on social media about his teeth, many others defended him. On an Instagram post from OK! Magazine, fans showed their support. One wrote, “Jeez, negative trolling—give the guy a break after all he’s been through.” Another said, “Still love Johnny Depp,” with a hand-praising emoji. Fans also praised Depp as a “wonderful talented actor” and a “great man, great father, and amazing actor,” reminding others that he’s been through a lot and deserves respect.
MY HUSBAND LEFT ME WITH KIDS AND ALL THIS HEAVY LUGGAGE TO GET HOME ON MY OWN WHILE HE HUNG OUT WITH FRIENDS – THE LESSON I TAUGHT HIM WAS HARSH.
The roar of the airplane engines faded into the background as I stepped off the plane, two tired toddlers clinging to my legs. I scanned the crowd, expecting to see Tom, my husband, his familiar smile a welcome sight after a long flight. But he wasn’t there.
I called him, my heart sinking with each unanswered ring. Finally, he picked up, his voice casual, almost breezy. “Hey, honey! How was the flight?”
“Where are you?” I asked, my voice tight. “You were supposed to pick us up.”
“Oh, right!” he said, a hint of sheepishness in his tone. “Mike called. He’s in town, and we decided to grab a drink. Just for a few hours. You can manage, right?”
“Manage?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Tom, I have two toddlers, a stroller, and three heavy suitcases. I can’t ‘just manage’!”
“Come on, it’s just for a few hours. You can manage,” he replied again, dismissing my concerns with a wave of his voice.
I hung up, my anger a burning ember in my chest. He had abandoned me, his family, for a few hours of drinks with a friend. I felt a surge of resentment, a feeling that had been simmering for years, now boiling over.
The next few hours were a blur of chaos. I struggled to wrangle the kids, their tired whines echoing through the airport. I wrestled the stroller, a monstrous contraption designed to fold with the dexterity of a Rubik’s Cube, and lugged the suitcases, each one a testament to the sheer volume of “essential” items toddlers require.
By the time I finally made it home, I was exhausted, my body aching, my patience frayed. But as I collapsed onto the couch, a plan began to form in my mind. Tom had underestimated me. He had assumed I would simply accept his dismissive attitude, his blatant disregard for my time and effort. He was wrong.
The next day, I woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. I packed a small bag, kissed the kids goodbye, and left a note on the kitchen table.
“Gone to visit a friend. Will be back when I feel like it. You can manage, right?”
I drove to a nearby spa, a place I had always wanted to visit but never had the time or money for. I spent the day indulging in massages, facials, and manicures, reveling in the quiet solitude.
I turned off my phone, ignoring the barrage of calls and texts from Tom. I wanted him to experience what I had experienced: the feeling of being abandoned, of being taken for granted.
The next day, I went shopping, buying myself a new outfit, a pair of designer shoes, and a luxurious handbag. I spent the evening at a fancy restaurant, savoring a delicious meal and a glass of wine.
I returned home late that night, to find Tom pacing the living room, his face etched with worry. The kids were asleep, the house a mess.
“Where have you been?” he demanded, his voice laced with anxiety.
“Out,” I replied, my voice cool.
“Out? All day? All night?”
“Yes,” I said, “I needed some time to myself.”
“But… but the kids,” he stammered. “I didn’t know what to do.”
“You managed,” I said, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
He looked at me, his eyes filled with confusion and a dawning realization. “You… you did this on purpose.”
“Yes, Tom,” I said, “I did. I wanted you to understand what it feels like to be left alone, to be taken for granted.”
He looked down at his feet, shamefaced. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t think…”
“That’s the problem, Tom,” I said, my voice soft but firm. “You didn’t think. You assumed I would always be there, always manage, no matter what.”
He nodded, his eyes filled with remorse. “I understand,” he said. “I won’t do it again.”
I looked at him, searching his eyes for sincerity. I saw genuine regret, a flicker of understanding.
“Good,” I said. “Because I won’t tolerate it again.”
From that day on, Tom was a changed man. He became more attentive, more considerate, more appreciative of my time and effort. He learned that partnership meant sharing the load, not dumping it all on one person.
And I learned that sometimes, a little bit of payback can go a long way in teaching a valuable lesson.
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