All notorieties are a bit mysterious, so when one is known for being Weird Even For A Celebrity, you know they are probably crossing over to actually quite scary
Of the many passionately uncool stuffs I am obsessed with- The Golden Girls, the oeuvre of Roxette, Princess Anne’s hair- the uncoolest is also the one that has been with me the longest. Tom Cruise has been a part of my mental landscape ever since I was old enough to read in a magazine that I was supposed to fancy him. I was alive in the 80 s and, as strange as this is now to think about, what with his deeply unsexy infatuation since with thetans, back then he was very much sloped as Mr Sexxxxxy. Which is even stranger when you think that Cruise didn’t even grow into his face for another decade: back in Risky Business and The Interloper, he ogled unclear and doughy next to his co-stars, particularly the Adonis that was the young Rob Lowe.
Cruise was never actually my category, but I will quarrel until closing go and beyond that he is one of the most watchable performers of all time: a proper Hollywood star who proved in one decade he had been able to do top notch schlock( Top Gun ), mediocre schlock( Cocktail) and correct playing( Born On The Fourth Of July and Rain Man, for which he should have won the Oscar instead of Dustin Hoffman ).
It’s been fascinating to watch Cruise’s career since then, partly because of what his choice of roles says about him. There was his dramatic period in the 90 s when he made relentless Oscar orders, peaking with Magnolia, and then, when that flunked, his huffy retreat into decreasingly memorable activity movies. He too stopped ageing- or rather, his ageing process took the forms of not actually proliferating older but increasingly resembling Sandi Toksvig. And that, extremely, has been fascinating in its route to watch.
But I’m also interested in Cruise because of what he discovers about what gatherings will accept in their virtuosoes. Now, all fames are a bit quirky, so when one is known for being Weird Even For A Celebrity, you know they are probably crossing over from” adorably eccentric” to” actually quite scary “. It’s been known for a while that Cruise crossed that direction when he started wanging on about Scientology. But it is genuinely fascinating how people exactly shrug off fibs of his disturbing relationships with women.
Last week it emerged that Cruise’s ex-wife Katie Holmes and Jamie Foxx are in a relationship, after having preserved this a secret for at the least four years. This is very difficult do under normal circumstances, but is frankly Oscar-worthy in the case of two notorieties. It is also so contrary to modern celebrity ethos, which analyse relationship as a branding possibility, that it seems downright immigrant. By comparison, Holmes and Foxx waited to divulge their relationship until almost five years to the day that she got divorced from Cruise, and it is being widely reported that this is because, in order to secure a immediate divorce, Holmes had to agree to not time anyone “publicly” for half a decade.
Whether this is true or not is one of the many things about Cruise we will probably never know for sure. But the point is, after years of his increasingly freaky behaviour and the rumours about his relationships with actress Nazanin Boniadi, then Holmes, it voices sufficiently conceivable for no one to question it. “Sure!” the public shrugs.” Seeing your ex-wife’s life for five years- that sounds like our Tom! When’s Mission Impossible 22 out anyway ?” If parties don’t see his movies now it’s because he makes pathetic movies , not because of his relationships.
Male fames are still given an enormous amount of rope when it comes to their therapy of the status of women, despite several lessons from the past. Last week another actor who is notoriously Weird Even For A Celebrity, Jim Carrey, committed a completely creepy welcome mat interrogation, in which he sharkishly, Trumpishly, walked in curves around the female reporter and indulged in teenage-level muses on metaphysics. Two days earlier it was announced that Netflix has bought Carrey’s documentary, Jim and Andy: The Great Beyond, which had just got universally radiating scrutinizes– without anyone mentioning Carrey is about to face a unfair extinction trouble over the suicide of his ex-girlfriend, Cathriona White. Carrey has denied all the allegations and has tried to stop the inquiry, by initially insisting White’s bereaved mother compensate a $372,000 ligament. Ace Ventura was a long time ago, people.
Actors are now regularly criticised if they sign on to a Woody Allen movie, because accusations of child molestation, even if deemed inconclusive by a gues 25 years ago, are too much. But recommendations of sinister restricting attitude around wives are, apparently, still fine. From Howard Hughes onwards, this has always been the fame route. Maybe Tom Cruise really is the full Hollywood package.