Three normally respectable types get pulled into the hypnotic celebrity whirlpool that is the Katie Loves Tommy/Russell Crowe Gets Arrested/Brangelina show and the current lack of border between public lives, private lives, and on-screen lives:
Caryn James at the New York Times takes the high road, turning a cynical eye to Brad Pitt/Angelina Jolie‘s apparent non-affair and their coyness about it with the press right up until their movie opened to $50+ million over the weekend. James snipes at both the iron curtain of publicists surrounding celebs these days and the heartless (awesome) and unaccountable gossip sites and brutal, stalkerish weeklies. The end result being that "the average viewer is increasingly savvy and cynical about the publicity machine itself."
Anne Thompson of the Hollywood Reporter takes an industry view, focusing on Tom Cruise and the sad things that happen when you fire your legendary, frightening battle-axe of a publicist for your sister, who lets you leap on Oprah’s couch and go on and on and on about Scientology.
And Patrick Goldstein at the LA Times just sounds punch drunk (telephone-concussed?) from the whole parade, claiming that "Somewhere at the intersection between aberrant star behavior and insatiable audience voyeurism, we’ve created a new entertainment form: celebrity reality TV."
To which we can only say: "Don’t look at it. Shut your eyes, Marion, and don’t look at it, no matter what happens."