[Oh, Dear Lord, No. Please, No.] Terrence Howard as Marvin Gaye?

Just read this at Shadow & Act and all I can say is...

God, no.
Even if I don't manage to pass my test tomorrow, can you answer this prayer?
You know I don't even clown folks like this, and even now, I'm not clowning. I'm typically very open-minded, but I really just can't breathe at the sight of such news, so please...
NO!

PLEASE can Terrence Howard NOT be Marvin Gaye in Cameron Crowe's biopic?
PLEEEEEEEEEAAAAASSSSSSSSEEEEEEEE??????
I see I'm too late where Nelson Mandela is concerned, but please, please, please, please, please.
I promise I'll put all my Haterade away after this!
He can have any role he wants (as long as it doesn't happen to be Huey P. Newton) after this.

P.S.
[I feel like Terrence Howard is saying, "Hi, Hater." in this picture...hm...Bad choice...But then again, save: I feel like Marvin Gaye is saying, "Y'all got jokes!"]

▌BIOPICS ▌Will Smith says "naaahhh" to Crowe's Marvin Gaye

The round-the-way crooner, who would've been 71 last week, is the biopic subject of director Cameron Crowe.

Electronic Urban Report gabs (via Daily Variety) that Will Smith ended months of negotiations over the lead role yesterday. He will NOT mouth Sexual Healing or any other form of lyrical n' lusty-froth a la Marvin Gaye! Sorry! (Unfortunately, I keep thinking about the opening sequence to "I, Robot"...oh dear...mercy.)

While reasons for the deal's failure are unclear, USA Today says, Crowe has been trying to get this project off the ground for four years. Hm...ain't that every major Black biopic in the streets...? (*cough*Nina*sputter*cough*Simone*hackingcough*)

An interesting thing, ain't it? Big Willie, TP, Oprah, and maybe Halle-Denzel are the consummate Blacks in film to defer to if you can't get a pic off the ground. Not saying that  entirely because I think Crowe employed that tendency, because I really think he'd pull it off, but where financiers are concerned, they need a face they know will do well at the B.O. 

And in the meantime, these stories keep collecting dust, falling deeper and deeper into the recesses of collective memory...

dramatic sighs.