IUC Fashion: Clooney vs. Pitt
Though we are indeed in the 21st century, there is still something to be said for Rock Hudson’s commitment to the closet. He wanted no femininity to slip through the cracks of his stalwart rough and tumble persona and he was not going to let his true sexual orientation put a pall on his public appearance. Rock Hudson was sexy because he clung to his manhood as if it was his only thing of value; to lose it would render him invisible in Hollywood — a world that shuts down — literally — when there is nothing to see.
Though George Clooney may or may not be gay — I haven’t heard evidence to the contrary — the A-list celebrity is a man through and through. This is not to say that the salt and pepper symbol of pure manhood tramples on the souls of heartsick women as they lie pathetically at his feet begging him to stay until he moves onto the next ill-advised woman. But, if this is in fact Mr. Clooney’s behavior, he gives the public no idea that this is the case. He is a perfect man precisely because he always presents himself at face — and what a face that is — value. Mr. Clooney keeps himself thankfully concaled: he is an old-school charmer as sweet-talking as Bogey, as smooth as Carey Grant, and as refreshingly impetuous as Gary Cooper.
But since Brad Pitt has become Angelina’s teetering mule, carting around a brood of multiethnic infants and tots like some kind of daycare worker, the blond-haired, cherry lipped, apple bottomed specimen has shown the public too many dripping entrails to be considered sexy. Noone wants to see a celebrity male’s insides, especially when we know the inner self is a mangled, shrinking version of its original gloriousness. Poor Brad Pitt has lost so much since his debut appearance in Thelma and Louise — jumping on the bed, blow-dryer in hand, cut muscles shamelessly and totally his. Like the movie, as in his life at the time, he owned nothing but himself, he had to steal to from poor Louise to survive. Now, Brad Pitt has no control over his life, he walks around following at the hip of Angelina, faceless, without masculinity and a shadow of his former self.
Brad Pitt should have driven off the cliff with Thelma and Louise, an immortal man, a real man, he would have been.
(IUC Fashion Editor Erin Hershberg)