BOOKS AND ARTS MAY 2, 2008
(I'm not going to cite you individually by name, but you know who you are),
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
has noted that his recreational drug use in the 1980s did not spiral into a
full-blown debilitating addiction until he played an addict in Less Than Zero. As the star recently told
Starpulse, “Until that movie I took my drugs after work and on the
weekends. That changed on Less Than Zero. The role was like the ghost
of Christmas Future. I became an exaggeration of the character.” Downey’s subsequent
addiction resulted in arrests, incarceration, and the near-demise of his acting
career. Nobody wants anything like that to happen again, right?
Cut to three years ago. A rehabilitated Downey was making his comeback, and you cast
him as the lead in Kiss Kiss Bang Bang,
noir subversion that offered one of the best roles of his career. But you
just had to sneak in a subplot in which Downey’s
character loses a finger and spends the remainder of the film smashed on
painkillers. As he notes at one point, “Then and there I made a decision: If it
fucking killed me, I would not stop until I got, like, two more Demerol.”
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. (Downey also faced weapons charges in the
-- And now, finally, he gets to be Tony Stark in Iron Man. But what seems
at first glance to be a career pinnacle--a great
performance in a movie poised to make $2 gajillion--is just another step in
your elaborate plot to undo him. Sure, he’s just amiably boozy in this one
(though he puts down enough Scotches that one wonders if his Iron Man armor has
retractable cup holders). But, given that Stark is probably the most famous
Marvel Comics hero to face serious
alcohol abuse, it’s all too clear that within a sequel or two you intend to
have him hammered out of his mind, waving his repulsor rays around and
demanding that someone get him an Oxycodone.
Seriously, guys: Please cut it out. Downey is a terrific actor and seems to be a
nice guy. Find him a role as a yoga instructor or the owner of a health food
store. Let him play a vegan FBI agent or a Seventh Day Adventist shock jock.
Make him Captain Frickin' America.
But this has got to stop.
Christopher Orr is a senior editor at The New Republic.