Ray Tamarra/Getty ImagesWhile the anti-Scientologists were pansyass picketing (if these folks really wanted to "save" Katie, they would have done so, talk, talk, talk—besides, Katie knows exactly what she's doing) outside the Schoenfeld Theatre for Katie Holmes’ Broadway debut in All My Sons, hubby Tom Cruise, ‘course, was inside stealing Ms. H’s thunder. Wholly unintentionally, of course.
It was her first preview. She needed good word of mouth on this project, badly, if she’s supposed to carry on with any modicum of a Pieces of April-type career, instead of one akin to a string of Mad Money-esque projects. Did supportive hub-unit T.C. really have to show up with his fancy entourage that par-tick night, giving the protesters outside even more reason to raise hell?
Ah, I suppose it’s what I adore about Tommy, he never really does what he’s supposed to, right? Discreet watching from the wings be damned! He’s a big-banged rebel in the yummy end.
But Katie sure as hell is relieved after her first publicly viewed performance—which wasn’t at all bad—getting hugged by costar John Lithgow. It’s the only time I’ve ever seen her spine relaxed, not razor, Beverly Hills sharp, post-hooking up with Tom. Who knows, are the boards going to perhaps take a little of the stiff Stepford outta Katie? Both her career and I pray for it, trust.