The High Cost Of Crazy

Shocking news came out of Hollywood today. It seems that Paramount Studio has cut it's ties with Tom Cruise's production company after fourteen years. The reason given for the split was that Cruise's "recent conduct has not been acceptable to paramount." What a nice way to say "we're sick of this crazy bastard." I guess since it is Hollywood, the land of double speak, this was Paramount's way of keeping the door open in case Cruise turns down the crazy meter in the future.

Paramount had been paying Cruise and his partner up to 10 million a year to develop films and keep an office on the Paramount lot. Not a bad piece of change. That's enough money to keep me from acting like a wack job in public. The studio claimed that all the craziness "Big Tom" has been tossing around in the last year cost "Mission Impossible III" anywhere from 100 to 150 million in box office revenue. That's a great way to frame the story. Everyone understands firing someone who costs you money. Some people might be offended if you sever ties with a big movie star just because he jumps on couches and believes that we are all inhabited by ancient alien souls.

Tommy's train started coming off the tracks years ago, but only recently did he start taking the crazy show on the road . When he was a youngster, he married Mimi Rogers. She was old enough to be his mother, but she had a nice rack and was supposed to be quite the party girl. That fell apart because of his "religion". I don't want to get into a big Scientology rap. I think we all have our opinions on that, and I don't have a team of attorneys on retainer to defend me against a lawsuit. Then he married Nicole, and that went South. He's been dogged by rumors about his taste for men (again, no attorney, no joke.). Now, in an effort to re-connect with the youth of the world, he somehow impregnates Katie Holmes, convinces her family that this is a good idea, and goes on a rampage through the media proclaiming his love. Dude, I love pie, but you don't see me running up to everyone I see and screaming out my love for French Silk.
Let's not forget his insane rantings to Matt Lauer about anti depressants and psychiatry. I like seeing you slide around in your underwear Tom, I don't need your advice on medicine. I'm no expert, but maybe a little time on the couch might prove helpful for our boy.

Finally someone is stepping up to the plate and telling a celebrity that they can't act however they want. These stars think that just because they are really good at make believe, that we somehow should just accept whatever mind boggling insanity comes spilling from their collagen filled lips. Hooray for Paramount, hooray for Hollywood, and I bet Mel Gibson is getting really nervous again. Later...Brian