Wednesday, 12 August 2009
An open letter to James Spader
In the spirit of inspirational zil, I must send you a letter to discuss your new film. This concern came about when my spouse (also known as The Beard) and I were watching your relatively recent interview with Conan O'Brien (on a strangley edited 33-minute version of The Tonight Show, offered here). Of course I understand you can't look like you did back in the day, and who am I to critique anyone's battle of the bulge, but your more mature look should not result in poor film choices. Your C.V. is rock hard with greatness, the pimping/drug dealing Rip, in Less than Zero; the the sleazy preppie Steff in Pretty in Pink; the inside-trading friend Roger in Wall Street; the self-gratifying videographer Graham in Sex, Lies, and Videotape; the very demanding boss in Secretary; and in my heart the darkest of all, the mad driver James in Crash.
So why have you chosen to star in a "family" flick? One called Shorts?? You are a fabulous actor and I appreciate all the upsetting roles you've brought alive on the screen and DVD. You didn't need to go down the kiddie entertainment route. You can't take this mistake back; you will forever be grouped with those actors who are now perfect for children, like Eddie Murphy and Antonio Bandaras. I'm sure these are nice guys to have around for brunch but they don't have the black soul of acting you have.