Yes.Nauseating, without a doubt. And here's Tom Cruise again playing God, along with the Bay Area "best friend", deciding FOR Katy which roles she shall play. Sounds to me like she missed out on a good, meaty, creative role that could have led to greater artistic freedom. Instead she got to go through the Scientology meat grinder. Nothing really creative or good comes out of all this. It's a system that misunderstands the mind, that takes talented people with alot to offer, over-exposes them and leaves them to the media wolves, and then walks away when the vultures are done with the carcass. And...
What is it with the Bay Area? The cousin I mentioned had been involved in
some sort of "Flower Girls" Masonic youth group, where they told the kids what to do, they feted the boys and gave the girls little piddling projects and flowers, and reinforced it all with mind-control and symbolism. No wonder she doesn't know up from down when she's being fed a line.
Here we see Holmes literally, as Lyra says, before our eyes, being told what to say, being "tweaked" for the most extreme, shrill, "heart -love" emotion. To manipulate the chakras in addition is absolutely a universally spiritual no-no, and you can BET they've got her hocus-pocused up the wazoo.
But ever since Hubbard's been around, this had been par for the course in La La Land. I knew someone who interacted with Hollywood celebs, an occultist who'd known a number of actors, musicians, and producers. He said that if any one is doing really well in Hollywood all of a sudden, he could guarantee that they were doing some sort of occult activity. He said that they used it commonly to get ahead.
And now we see Tom Cruise, who was back then doing everthing right ( as far as
remaining on the downlow, having good lawyers, knowing how get away with it all)
just shouting on the rooftops far and wide, as if it's been decided that thus it shall be for the New Tom Cruise.
I would like to know just what any of this has to do with the movies, true showmanship, or even entertainment. The celebrities themselves are now supposed to suffice for our dramatic meat? Methinks not. Methinks some wholly un-human
influences are chewing their draconian cuds, as their poisonous spittle rains down upon us all. (Or perhaps it is not merely cuds they are chewing.)
I'd say that we are seeing extremes of the very idea of identity. We are being pressured either to be ultra-private, ultra-hidden, ultra-on the downlow, or to be
totally out there, yelling and screaming on the jukebox confessional, our every
sacred vow and inkling. It's one or the other. This is where we are. This is it.
Ridley Scott couldn't come up with this.