A long, long time ago I had the hots for Rob Lowe. But that was after the crush on his older brother, Chad Lowe, has run its course. Remember Life Goes On? Chad Lowe played Becca’s HIV-stricken boyfriend who eventually died? Man, he was the hottest dying man I’d ever seen, even at the young age of, like, ten.
Rob’s career has come to a sort of revival, and in honor of a new book he’s written, he was offered the cover – and an interview – with Vanity Fair, where he discussed excerpts from his book about both Tom Cruise and Patrick Swayze. About Tom Cruise, Lowe says:
“He’s open, friendly, funny, and has an almost robotic, bloodless focus and an intensity that I’ve never encountered before.” In New York for the second round of auditions, Lowe finds that Cruise is “already showing traits that will make him famous; he’s zeroed in like a laser.” “We check into the Plaza Hotel. I am taken aback at the luxury and spectacle of the lobby…. The front desk tells us we will be sharing rooms,” Lowe writes of the actors’ arrival in the Big Apple. “In a flash, Cruise is on the phone to his agent, Paula Wagner. ‘Paula, they are making us share,’ he says…. The rest of us are staggering around like happy goofs….. ‘O.K., then. Thank you very much,’ he says like a 50-year-old businessman getting off the phone with his stockbroker. ‘Paula says it’s fine.’”
Lowe remembers hanging out with Cruise and the other actors in a gymnasium on set, when Patrick Swayze—who, Lowe writes, “makes Tom Cruise look lobotomized”—“begins to teach us a standing backflip…. When it comes to flips, I’m a pussy. I don’t flip. I don’t even dive into a pool—straight cannonball for me…. No, thanks. Cruise, not surprisingly, is all over it. ‘How about this!’ he says, almost pulling it off without even being spotted. He wipes out, but tries it again immediately.”
OK, so I gather that Tom Cruise was a cheesy tool even back in the day. Not surprising. And Patrick Swayze was always hot. Alright. So, shoot me if I’m wrong, but the book actually sounds kind of interesting, and hell. It’s something I might actually read and enjoy. So, hey, publishing house in charge of stumping for Rob’s book – hook a sister up. I promise to write a rave review even if the book sucks, in exchange for a hot night of sex with the still-totally-bangable Rob Lowe. Fair, yes?