Tom Cruise used to be my "top gun." I loved him in that movie. When he rides the motorcycle to her house under the palm trees, Kelly McGinnis, who looks like she is his older sister, falls for him in about three seconds. It is all about his angst over his father's death, which drives his mom to drink and him to risky behavior. Then, Dr. Green from ER, still with his hair, dies and Meg Ryan, who somehow married Dr. Green even though I never saw her on ER, just can't take it so she tries to sleep with Tom Cruise... but he turns her down...that's compassion, even if it is unlikely. Anyway, I loved that movie, but tonight I am watching it with my daughter and I started to think about why I no longer like Tom Cruise. It comes down to this, he dumped Nicole Kidman for a much younger model who is young enough to be his daughter, if he had a kid at 16, which is not impossible...just ask the folks at the Yearning for Zion ranch in El Dorado, Texas. As you can see from an earlier post, I am a woman of a certain age, and that dumping for a younger woman cuts deep! And Nicole had to go off and marry a coke head, then have a baby and give the baby a weird Hollywood name. Sunday Rose sounds like what old ladies serve at teatime, as in "Let me have some of that Sunday Rose tea, dear." So, Tom Cruise, you ain't no Top Gun anymore!
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