Doesn’t your heart just bleed for Daniel Craig?
Don’t you look at him there on the red carpet at the premiere of his new Bond film, Spectre and feel sorry for him?
Dressed to the nines in his designer tuxedo, flanked by beautiful Bond girls, sending the paparazzi photographers into meltdown, adored by millions as he collects another fat pay check for pouting into the camera and uttering the immortal words, “Bond, James Bond”.
It’s a pretty sweet life.
So why does he look so miserable?
The English actor did his best impression of a mannequin at the London premiere of his new film overnight, muttering monosyllabic answers to journalists’ questions, posing reluctantly with his co-stars and generally looking like he would have been happier down a salt mine.
Sure: there must be parts of the whole fame business that are tedious in the extreme.
Certainly, just because you are an actor it doesn’t automatically mean you love the celebrity bit of your job. But whose job doesn’t have bits they don’t like? And in the grand scheme of things, is getting dressed up for a night and fielding a few stupid questions from breathless entertainment reporters and being screamed at by hordes of Londoners really that much of an ask?
We get it. You’re a thespian and you’d much rather be treading the boards at The Ol’ Vic, but instead you are being paid the GDP of a small nation to drive fast cars, seduce beautiful women and catch baddies on the silver screen. Cry me a freaking river.
Daniel, here’s a tip from me to you. Life is full of disappointment and compromise. But it’s the fortitude with which we deal with disappointment that is the mark of the man. Now get out there and smile for the cameras. It’s your job, after all.
