I'm writing to ask you to please, please stop trying to kill Robert Downey Jr. It's bad for cinema, bad for the box office (as this weekend will emphatically attest), and simply not a nice thing to do.
What am I talking about? You know perfectly well, but I will explain anyway:
Cut to three years ago. A rehabilitated
Yes, I know. It’s just one movie. It’s a coincidence, all one big misunderstanding. But how are we to explain the following?
-- The next year, you gave him a role in A Scanner Darkly as an abuser of Substance D, a drug so addictive that “you’re either on it, or you haven’t tried it.”
-- Then, it was the part of Paul Avery in Zodiac--a flamboyant reporter whose career falls apart thanks to drug and alcohol abuse.
-- Following that, you made him the principal/dad in Charlie Bartlett, another alcoholic, and
this time one who waves a gun around drunkenly in one scene. (
-- And now, finally, he gets to be Tony Stark in
Seriously, guys: Please cut it out.
Christopher Orr is a senior editor at The New Republic.