Watching
his latest, Oblivion, the kind of tribute to cerebral, 70’s sci-fi that big ‘ol
geeks like me eat up with a spoon, I couldn't get around the feeling that even
Tom Cruise is sick of being Tom Cruise.
You can almost hear him thinking, “Oh wow, another green screen. Awesome.
Soooo . . . what am I shooting at here?
Never mind, I’ll read the script later.
Just start rolling.” Casting him
took the sci-fi element away from the screenplay, and imparted it to the lead, making a new hybrid product that could have been titled Tom Cruise vs. Oblivion. Oblivion ended up being about, as far as I
can tell, how long he can keep this up.
How long can a rarefied, macrobiotic diet (I know nothing about what Tom
eats, but I’m betting its something freaky), 2-4 hours a day in the home gym,
and the best plastic surgeons whose silence money can buy, keep this man
looking a perpetual 35 years of age? And
why does a guy with serious acting chops (see Magnolia), and more money than
most former Eastern Bloc countries, need this shit anyway, since he’s so
obviously over it? Why doesn't he go do
some acting? What does he have left to
prove? Maybe a tour of duty with
Stallone and company would be such a refreshing blast for him, that he’d manage
to find an easier laugh that isn't quite so rife with Scientology
madness.
"Kill me now." |
But I
suspect (and again, I don’t know Tom personally, so I’m only guessing here),
that what we’re witnessing is just one manifestation of the same pathological
tendencies that have led an obviously bright and talented fella, into being the
principal spokesmodel for a space alien cult.
Like a lot of people who voraciously seek fame, Tom is a deeply wounded cat. That’s what makes him such a fascinating actor,
on the increasingly rare occasion that he chooses to work out that muscle. It seems as if his ego and sense of self is so
tied up in being Tom Cruise, eternally youthful action hero, that he can’t
quite imagine what a second act would look like, much less a third. And so he’s doomed to do this Dorian Gray
thing, while locked away in a vault somewhere there’s a copy of Risky Business in
which a haggard man in his 50’s does a jig in his underwear to “Old Time Rock
and Roll”. As you can probably tell, I
feel sorry for him. I hope he makes his
peace with the forces of nature, and starts taking roles and projects worthy of
his talents. And Tom, on the off chance
that you read this; seriously dude, you need to look into what goes on at Gold
Base when they don’t have a celebrity poking around. Maybe check some of the Mission Impossible
climbing gear out of the studio locker, scale the wall, and find out for yourself if
the rumors are true. ‘Cause I’m pretty
sure they are. Just imagine the bidding
war on the film in which you play yourself, Tom Cruise, action star,
and cult victim, blowing the lid off the whole dirty business. Shit, even I’d pay to see you in that. Just a thought.