Hollywood’s “Hottest” Should Save the Drama for the Screen

The reason for the absence of good, substantive movies lately is evident. The drama dams and doms are way too busy using their “talents” offscreen.

Once again I was caught by the headlines of Us Magazine at the grocery store. “It’s Over!” (Owen Wilson and Kate Hudson); “Britney Collapses?” (Only in Hollywood do people get so exhausted they “collapse”); “K-Fed’s Text Messages To Lindsay” (Yea, she doesn’t have kids yet!). Once again, I bought it.

And, inside, Keith Urban’s accused of cheating on Nicole and there’s a list of his pharmaceutical faves. Seems his addictions go a bit deeper than alcohol. Poor Nicole. Will she ever get a man she deserves? Julia’s pregnant again, they report. She either really hates the paparazzi or she needs lithium. Maybe she just needs a little makeup but she looks terrible in pictures anymore–miserable and dowdy. Try doing it without Nannies, Ju.

Do you think David Arquette is sick of babysitting Jennifer Aniston yet? I just wondered…

Harrison, um…do you think maybe Calista should, you know, see someone about her post-mortem remains? Or is this your relationship trademark since you resemble a mortition? Are you even still a couple? 

I never cease being amazed at how these people overcomplicate their lives. It can’t be a career by-product. Look at Tom Hanks, Ron Howard, Meryl Streep, Paul Newmann, John Travolta, and so many others who are actually remarkable actors, actresses, and directors. You don’t see them bandied about in the tabloids, flashing their neuroses. Perhaps that’s because they’re busy doing productive things like honing their craft, learning, teaching, exploring.

And is it possible that this is why they’re actually great at what they do and not just notorious? Because they add dimensions to themselves that give life to their characters? They also appear to spend some time reading the scripts before they do their movies. Maybe that has something to do with it.

Less really is more when it comes to which stars get the attention. The less they really perform, the more they get photographed and written about. The less seriously they take their “art” the more time they have to flit about, living like a bunch of middle schoolers on summer vacation.

I mean it’s their business and all but don’t they have any pride? Don’t I? I guess not or I wouldn’t keep buying these instruments of irritation at the grocery store checkout. I’m just thinking that maybe if they lead less superficial lives they’d get more meaningful roles. And we’d get better entertainment.