It’s 2013. My dad has just shown me Jack Nicholson’s “You can’t handle the truth!” monologue from A Few Good Men for the tenth time that week, on YouTube, which has just become accessible on our flat screen. Nicholson’s going on and on, but I can’t keep my eyes off the other guy… Tom. Tom Cruise.
Gilded be thy movie star! The Hollywood diva who has cemented himself as the great American man, whether he’s starting a brothel in Risky Business, saving the world in Mission: Impossible, or infiltrating a very gorgeous sex ring in Kubrick’s Eyes Wide Shut. He’s a complicated character, made so only by his own doing: a confusing, or rather VERY CLEAR, devotion to Scientology, and public breakups from the much-adored Nicole Kidman and Katie Holmes. He’s a character that’s hard to… like?
And then comes along Digger, where Cruise plays the lead, Digger Rockwell. Rather than the slick-haired put-togetherness we’ve all grown used to, he opens the picture as an overweight, grey-haired oil tycoon, often donning a cowboy hat and cradling his cat (which is edging ever closer to death), while news emerges that his oil rig might just cause a huge national disaster.