
Tom Cruise's Nazi movie is finally coming out. It's been a long time coming for Tom, who had no other projects in the foreground nor on the back burner besides his small role in this summer's Tropic Thunder (for which, notably, he's been nominated for a Golden Globe). I probably won't be seeing Valkyrie despite my fascination with Holocaust history (being a Jew and all). I know the film is about the good guys, not the bad ones, but Tom really just doesn't do it for me any more. Ever since he jumped up and down on Oprah's couch (a moment he will never live down), he's sort of lost his sparkle and become just another lunatic who lives down the street.
He premiered Valkyrie the other night in NYC, and was looking quite dapper (though not dapper enough to entice me to pay 12 dollars to see the movie). Katie was missing from the red carpet, which Tom walked alone, but she did make an appearance at the after party, looking tall, lean and gorgeous (per usual).
Suri, I'm assuming, was home with a babysitter. Funny that the Cruise family lives so close to me, and I've yet to see any of them in person. I keep thinking I'll see little alien Suri teeter tottering down 13th street, but alas, no such luck as of yet.