An Open Letter To Bruce Greenwood
Dear Mr. Greenwood,
We let you slide with Disturbing Behavior. It was your first
big, meaty role in a studio movie (and I use the term "studio" very
lightly here). I'm sure that you've paid off the next few mortgage
payments with it. If it had been a hit, it would have gotten you
a little exposure, although it certainly wasn't your best performance
to date. You apparently didn't notice that it was written by literary
craftsman Scott Rosenberg. Did you see Con Air? Staring at
the back of your hand is more exciting. And then Double Jeopardy
came along. You must have been sitting a little too close to your
TV during the Oscars, when you became hypnotized by Miss Judd (you
know what I'm talking about) and blindly agreed to play any role
in which you'd be cast as her husband. So, we'll let THAT slide
(although we can't help but hide our disappointment).
But now you've gone and done The Soul Collector, a Movie
of the Week, with Mrs. Tron Scarecrow (a.k.a. 'Half Pint').....
let this serve as a notice that your grace period is officially
over. We know you're Canadian, but that doesn't excuse you taking
every hack-neyed job thrown your way. Wait until Atom Egoyan's next
film. Although he is Canadian, and most Canadians are wily and crafty,
you can trust him. He'll hook you up with. Has he let you down in
the past? Just because the Academy was clamoring to hand a statue
over to Robin Williams for re-enacting Pudge Fisk's home run doesn't
mean that no one noticed how good you can be with the right role.
Stick with Atom, he'll get you a Best Supporting statue and then
you'll get that exposure that you crave where you can join the ranks
of past winners in moving onto leading role status, like Joe Pesci,
Marisa Tomei, and Mira Sorvino.
You've been blessed with a special talent, Bruce. Use it wisely.