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With his incomparable power fading and his box office dwindling, Tom Cruise’s vocation choices came down to flipping burgers or flipping the Bird. Propitious for him, he chose the latter; defiantly lifting a finger to dial up Brad Bird to add up to what seemed to many an obscene gesture.
Not Bird. He was thrilled when Suri’s dad asked him to – as Jerry Seinfeld would say – change-over teams. He didn’t think twice about leaving his Pixar relatives to put his stock in an actor considered by most to be … well … daffy. No, no, no, not “daffy" like J. Edgar Hoover’s watch over defined it; I mean more like nuts. You know, out of his cotton-pickin’ intelligence.
Jumping on couches and picking fights with Matt Lauer will almost always cache such a reputation. And, as it turns out, Tom really is crazy – crazy like a fox. His determination to lure Bird, a guy accustomed to cuddly cartoon characters, into the glitz and corrupting magic of Hollywood action flicks may be his most deft move since getting his freak on at the end of “Tropic Thunder.” It’s no sham amalgamation, either. The union between Tom and Bird, or as I like to call them, Bruise, turns out to be the real lot, as evidenced by the powerful pedigree of their first child together, “Mission: Illogical – Ghost Protocol.” It’s a long name, I identify. It’s an even longer movie. But, in this case, length doesn’t meaningfulness; for this is one of those babies that can’t help but put a big ol’ grin on your face.
Source: Enterprise News