Tom's Cruisin' and Losin'

Poor, poor, Tommy.

Poor, crazy, insane, nutjob Tommy.

No amount of couch-jumping, fist-pounding or proselytizing will save his career now.  Paramount Pictures, which had been proud of Tom Cruise since the days of Risky Business– but certainly not lately– has dropped him.  And their reason for dropping him?

“His recent conduct has not been acceptable to Paramount,” said Sumner Redstone, chairman of Viacom (Paramount’s parent company). 

In other words, he’s been a complete nutjob and they’re sick of it.  Or they’re sick of spending $80k a movie on him alone only to have it flop because the public is tired of his antics– and his mouth.

I hate to say “I told you so,” but I knew this would happen.  It was only a matter of time before his antics came back to bite him on the ass. And he’s got the teethmarks to prove it, I’m sure.

Now the public is left to wonder what’s next for good old Tommy.  Will he finally marry Katie?  (Not likely.  The wedding date of July 7 has long passed– no wedding reported.)  Will we ever see his alleged baby?  (I doubt it.)  Will we ever care about any of this fabricated publicity crap anyway?  (Hell no.)

In fact, all that Tom Cruise has done since that fateful day he used Oprah’s yellow sofa as a trampoline is make himself look like a freak.  And boy, he succeeded.

Tom, you’re not a 20-something hottie anymore.  Your star is fading.  If you’d have just let yourself grow old gracefully and aged with dignity, you would still be as powerful a star now as you were 20 years ago. 

But you’re under a spell and we know it.  There’s no going back for you.  Well there is, of course, but you’re so hopped up on Scientoligical nonsense that you can’t see your own hand in front of your face.  I’ll let you in on a little secret though.  We can see it, and it’s strangling you, Tom.  Wake up, before it’s too late!

Oops.  Too late. 

Oh well.  C’est la vie.