Can you separate an actor's personal life from the role he plays? History has showed us that it's difficult, at best; after all, overpublicized off-screen relationships have sunk on-screen romances before. But even though Mel Gibson's public behavior over the past few years is embarrassing and occasionally reprehensible, will it stop people from wanting to see a bloody action film? Hopefully not, because while Gibson hasn't acted in a while, it's not because he forgot how. In Edge of Darkness, he shows that he still has the same intensity he had as Martin Riggs in the early Lethal Weapon films, and to skip the film because Gibson is delusional and morally bankrupt is to deny yourself the pleasure.
Out on the trail to promote the 22nd James Bond movie, Quantum of Solace, Daniel Craig revealed that Marvel Studios had approached him to play Thor, according to IESB. Craig said he passed on the chance to play the comic book version of the Norse god of thunder, because "it would have been too much of a power trip," what with the mystical hand tools and flowing blond locks. Really? That's it? Too much power for one guy to handle? Somehow, I doubt it. I think there's more to it than that, after reading Craig's recent revelation in The Guardian that his scantily clad ocean scene in Casino Royale came about entirely by accident. I think the whole experience has put the actor off skimpy spandex shorts.
When I found my seat at the advance screening for Quantum of Solace (well, relatively advance -- the Brits exercised their Queen-granted right to see it two weeks ago) I was warmly greeted by my neighbors, two New Yorkers who were fans of all things Bond. One had sat in Connery's original Aston Martin DB5 the week Goldfinger came out; the other had seen nearly half of the Bond title song musicians, including Tom Jones and Paul McCartney, perform their Bond songs live. Both were excited for the new film, although I was surprised at how little of the media blitz they had been subject to. The music lover was a fan of the White Stripes, but he hadn't heard the Jack White-Alicia Keys title track, "Another Way to Die." The other had loved the stunts he'd seen in the commercials, but he hadn't read anything about all the injuries Daniel Craig acquired doing them. Part of me wished I was going into it as spoiler-free as they were, but the rest of me didn't care -- after the wake-up call that was Casino Royale, I was just looking forward to more brutal violence, more Dame Judi Dench and more shots of Mr. Craig's dreamy blue eyes.