In my all-time favourite movie - Bullets Over Broadway (1994) - John Cusack plays a writer who's afraid the world will find out he's a big phony; I have no idea why I might relate to a story like that.
A n y w a y... Seeing as there's no one quite like him in Hollywood, I guess that makes him an archetype.
In years to come, up-and-coming actors will insist that they're 'the John Cusack type', but they won't be exactly right; they won't have his soulful eyes, or his comically anguished delivery, or his adorably delicate features - and they certainly won't be able to deliver their angstiest speeches in a downpour of rain, either. At least, not like our John can.
That's because there's only one John Cusack, who today turns 44.
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Monday, June 28, 2010
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