04 11 / 2012
"Sometimes, when I’m sitting on Joffrey’s throne, I think of Joaquin Phoenix sitting on his throne in Gladiator, with that smirk on his face."
03 11 / 2012
"I rooted for Heath Ledger in Dark Knight and his Joker forebear Jack Nicholson. Guys who are larger-than-life and theatrical and deliciously unpredictable—they’re far more interesting than these true-blue, square-jawed, one-dimensional good guys."
14 7 / 2012
I guess the boys at GQ got their wish:
Hey, Katie. KATIE. SNAP OUT OF IT. We’re talking to you. We’ve loved you ever since you first climbed through Dawson’s Van Der Window and into our creepy-in-retrospect fantasies. We loved your shiny, shiny hair. We loved those dimples—like the baby Jesus shot you in the face with an air rifle. Twice! But most of all, we loved that you actually made good movies. The Ice Storm? Great! Wonder Boys? The only stupid part is when Michael Douglas doesn’t want to have sex with Katie Holmes. And then, okay, you decided to become Tom Cruise’s Porcelain Incubator Robot. Fine.
But did you have to turn your career into the Katie Holmes Garbage Party? This month you’re in two lousy movies, including Jack and Jill, the one where Adam Sandler plays his own sister. Why are you doing this? Is Tom punishing you because you spilled white-wine spritzer (your “medicine”—we totally get it) into his E-Meter? You’re better than this, Katie. Please come back.