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CHAPTER 8
At last he was truly where he felt at home, a place where he instinctively belonged. In the driver’s seat. In the cockpit. At the helm. Finally master of his own craft, producing, starring in, and fine-tuning his first blockbuster, Mission: Impossible. For the greenhorn producer, still only thirty-two, it was truly a risky business, as he steered a choppy course between the breezy demands of director Brian De Palma and the rocky financial realities of making a movie based on a half-forgotten 1970s TV show about maverick secret agents who foil endless dastardly plots of evildoers who want to take over the world. Not only did he have the mental and physical pressures of playing a convincing leading man, in this case Special Agent Ethan Hunt, he also had to keep a weather eye on the budget and all the other routine details of sailing a multimillion-dollar project to the safe harbor of myriad multiplex screens. All that, as well as surviving an exploding fish tank, performing a backward somersault on a speeding train, and, famously, starfishing out his limbs as he was lowered 110 feet into a tightly guarded vault while carefully avoiding security laser beams. Perhaps his most difficult feat was not so much evading red lasers as finessing his way through the labyrinth of red tape in the former Communist Czech Republic, where filming took place in the winter of 1995. For a controlling, driven perfectionist, the convoluted bureaucracy tested his patience to the limit. “Prague ripped us off. They are still getting used to democracy,” he said drily. Even a man-to-man chat with the country’s new President, playwright Vaclav Havel, failed to bring costs down. Still, one bonus of filming in the Czech capital was being able to stroll around the cobbled streets with Nicole, baby Connor, and Bella without attracting attention. It was a change to go sightseeing in daylight—normally the couple went out at night to avoid the attentions of fans and paparazzi. Not that he had much chance to soak up the sights. As filming progressed in Prague and finally at the Pinewood Studios outside London, there was no doubt who was in command. Even though De Palma was twenty-two years his senior, the novice producer insisted he have the final say over every detail of the production: from ordering daily script rewrites to rerecording the film score so that he could hear more flutes. Perhaps his focus on sound quality was inspired, or even recommended, by his spiritual Svengali, David Miscavige, whose sensitive ear was the final arbiter of Scientology’s own musical offerings. Certainly there were those in Cruise’s faith who saw in his depiction of Ethan Hunt, a secret agent who lived on the edge, distinct similarities to the character of the Scientology leader. “Mission: Impossible is fascinating because in Ethan Hunt I could see David Miscavige,” observed Karen Pressley. “Both the character and the man were striving for the ultimate thrill. Just as David was living vicariously through Tom Cruise, I could see that Tom Cruise was slowly becoming David Miscavige. That transposition in itself was worthy of a movie script.” It was an early appreciation of the direction in which Tom was headed. While Tom’s superagent role echoed the character of his close friend, Nicole was finally breaking free of the “wife of Tom Cruise” tag. In May 1995, Nicole flew to Cannes where her movie To Die For was showing at the film festival. For the first time she walked the red carpet on her own, her dress, slit to the hip, making almost as big a splash as her movie. Not only was she nominated for twelve awards, including a Golden Globe for best actress, which she eventually won, she was finally acknowledged as an actress to be reckoned with on her own merit. As she basked in the critical glow—the film itself was only a modest financial success—she embarked on a serious role, which meant leaving Tom holding baby Connor and his sister, Isabella. Even though, in the summer of 1995, the couple were living in a palatial $15,000-a-week mansion in London, Nicole decided that she needed to be alone to focus on her role as heiress Isabel Archer for Jane Campion’s movie of Portrait of a Lady. It was a sign of her absorption, some would say self-absorption, and intensity that she had to immerse herself in the character without any distractions. Such was her obsession with the part that she insisted on wearing a corset that squeezed her waist to a mere nineteen inches, so she could feel the pain that Isabel felt. Several times filming was halted when the actress went pale with fatigue or even collapsed in a dead faint. It was no surprise that at the end of filming in November, she spent two weeks in bed with exhaustion and a temperature of 104 degrees. As with her husband on Born on the Fourth of July, the ghost of Laurence Olivier could be heard whispering, “Try acting, it’s much easier.” As Nicole was putting herself through self-imposed agony for what she called “her baby,” Tom was juggling home, career, and children, filming Mission: Download 1.37 Mb. Do'stlaringiz bilan baham: |
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