Tom Cruise and other crazy people
Aug. 23rd, 2006 08:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsWoah. Paramount Pictures has fired Tom Cruise. Paramount's chairman said, "As much as we like him personally, we thought it was wrong to renew his deal. His recent conduct has not been acceptable to Paramount."
Other studios with money-in-the-bank stars of Tom's caliber are usually quick to make excuses, but Paramount has apparently decided that Tom's off-screen shennanigans aren't worth the PR management. It's hard to believe that in soulless Hollywood someone has actually said, "I don't care how much money you can make for me. You're crazy, and I don't want to be in the same room with you."
One thing I've always admired about Omaha, even if it leads to some handwringing: she's never been one to lean on her disability to get as much out of the state or other people as she could. Yesterday, the Bus #18 home was quite packed, partly because six seats in the front had been turned up to make room for two wheelchairs. The woman in the wheelchair on the starboard side had a large dog; if it was a utility dog, it lacked either the standard working dog harness or the less-common badge that some working dogs wear. Her wheelchair was one of those state-of-the-art, stair climbing monstrosities that would turn a Dalek greener with envy. The bus pulled up to a stop and four more people started to get on. The driver said, "Move to the back, please. Everyone move to the back."
On every ocassion where I've been on a bus and the driver has asked this, there has almost always been at least one but usually two or three jackasses who don't think this request applies to them. This time, however, there were no lingerers; everyone picked up and moved back a step or two. This wasn't enough for the woman in the wheelchair. "There's no more room on this bus!" she screamed with hysteria high in her throat. "Goddammit, driver, there's no more room on this bus! Don't let them on!" She spent the next six blocks cursing and muttering, telling the driver what to do, and generally making the trip as miserable as possible for the rest of us.
I personally am ready to extend a hand to our new spider overlords. But they may have to do battle with our new yellowjacket overlords first.
Other studios with money-in-the-bank stars of Tom's caliber are usually quick to make excuses, but Paramount has apparently decided that Tom's off-screen shennanigans aren't worth the PR management. It's hard to believe that in soulless Hollywood someone has actually said, "I don't care how much money you can make for me. You're crazy, and I don't want to be in the same room with you."
One thing I've always admired about Omaha, even if it leads to some handwringing: she's never been one to lean on her disability to get as much out of the state or other people as she could. Yesterday, the Bus #18 home was quite packed, partly because six seats in the front had been turned up to make room for two wheelchairs. The woman in the wheelchair on the starboard side had a large dog; if it was a utility dog, it lacked either the standard working dog harness or the less-common badge that some working dogs wear. Her wheelchair was one of those state-of-the-art, stair climbing monstrosities that would turn a Dalek greener with envy. The bus pulled up to a stop and four more people started to get on. The driver said, "Move to the back, please. Everyone move to the back."
On every ocassion where I've been on a bus and the driver has asked this, there has almost always been at least one but usually two or three jackasses who don't think this request applies to them. This time, however, there were no lingerers; everyone picked up and moved back a step or two. This wasn't enough for the woman in the wheelchair. "There's no more room on this bus!" she screamed with hysteria high in her throat. "Goddammit, driver, there's no more room on this bus! Don't let them on!" She spent the next six blocks cursing and muttering, telling the driver what to do, and generally making the trip as miserable as possible for the rest of us.
I personally am ready to extend a hand to our new spider overlords. But they may have to do battle with our new yellowjacket overlords first.
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Date: 2006-08-23 03:42 pm (UTC)