So I have this theory about charismatic, handsome, talented, genuinely good people actors in the H-wood. They all eventually seem to go relentlessly bonkers at some point. Most of them through scientology. There was John Travolta. America’s all around great guy. He was reintroduced to the world by doing a little film called Pulp Fiction. All of a sudden you can’t go to the movies without seeing a new John Travolta vehicle. Flash forward a few years and John gives the world a peak into his cult by making Battlefield Earth. It knocks him down a few pegs and he never regains his SuperStar standing again.
Oh then there’s Tom Cruise. Remember when he was taking a total risk in Magnolia and everyone was all “Oh Tom Cruise is soooo talented. What a risk taker. And oh he saved a burning baby. And he walks on water. And his shit don’t stink.” Next thing you know he’s on a daytime talk show babbling about some 15 year old he’s banging thereby proving to the world how straight and normal he is. That might have worked if it weren’t for the fact that this was all going on while he was jumping around on couches and shaking Oprah relentlessly.
And then there’s king batshit of crazy island. Two words. The Passion.
And so now there’s a new charismatic, handsome, talented, genuinely good people actor in the H-wood. From his modest beginnings as George Burnett on The Facts Of Life to his climb up the Hollywood ladder to become Sexiest Man Alive.rowr. to his really cool and modest foray into directing with Confessions of a Dangerous Mind. George Clooney now has the much talked about and revered Good Night and Good Luck. And he finds himself at the top of The List. Now I ask myself, how long, George? How long before you let the world know? Before you too go looney? And judging by the steady increase in the nut-o-meter from the humble John to the laughable Mel, when George finally goes over the edge, it’s gonna be a doozy.