Greetings, dear readers, and HAPPY FRIDAY!
So I'm driving to work this morning (in a borrowed car no less since the Tracker is limited to a 30 mile radius from home) because I have a doctor appointment after work. I decided to take a break from playing the Queen's Greatest Hits CD for the 40 millionth time and listen to NPR for a while. On Fridays they have movie reviews by some dude from the L.A. Times and I enjoy hearing what he has to say, even when I don't agree with him.
Uninterestingly enough, today's review was about the latest entry in the Mission Impossible series: M:i:III starring everyone's favorite couch-jumping, Scientology-spouting, non-uterus-having expert on post-partum depression and psychiatry in general. While the acting didn't get over-the-top accollades (unless you count a 'he jumped from 80 feet from the top of a building - that has to count for something'), co-writer/director J.J. Abrams got kudos for an entertaining plot and well-done action movie. In case you aren't familiar with Mr. Abrams, he's one of the geniuses behind the television programs "Alias" and "Lost". I generally really appreciate his talents and enjoy the results of his creative process. And hey, I like a good action movie here and there (Die Hard, anyone?).
Too bad I will not be able to see this film, no matter how wonderful it might be. A dollar vote for J.J. Abrams and this film is a dollar vote for the exceptionally offensive (to me at least) Tom Cruise. In the words of George Sr., "Not gonna do it." (or maybe that was Dana Carvey's imitation of George Sr.?) Anyhoo, I made that mistake with Steven Spielberg's "War of the Worlds" and I have carried the guilt with me ever since.
My thought on the entertainment business is this, celebrities, so listen up! You are selling fantasy, escape, dreams and diversion from the banality of everyday life. Your films, television programs, plays and records entertain us and make us forget for a second that we have bills to pay, mouths to feed and problems to deal with. Even the tabloid news is selling this - analyzing the flaws and foibles of the celebrity du jour (while admittedly not healthy) makes some people feel better about miseries in their own lives. You want my hard-earned dollars? Sell me fantasy, escape and dreams. Don't tell me about your politics (yes, George Clooney, that even includes you), your religion, or anything else controversial - I just don't care what you think. In a nutshell, save your personal drama for your mama.
And as for you Mr. Cruise, I advise you to ask your glass-eyed baby mama to pull out a roll of duct tape and secure your motor mouth shut. Then MAYBE after 5 or 10 years of no stupid statements or antics I MIGHT consider seeing another of your movies.
(between you and me, dear reader, I still won't go to see his movies but didn't I just give you the best visual of the moron with tape over his mouth? Now THAT's fantasy baby!!)