“Look at the Kardashians, they’re worth millions. I don’t think they were that badly off to begin with but now look at them. You see that and you think, ‘What, you mean all I have to do is behave like a f—king idiot on television and then you’ll pay me millions?’ …I’m not judging it. Well, I am, obviously.”
Daniel Craig goes on to describe his marriage which is, of course, shrouded in total secrecy. I could almost applaud Daniel Craig’s wooing and wedding of Rachel Weisz in near-clandestineness, except that A) I have been in shouting-from-the-rooftops love before, which kind of defies the principle of the whole “privacy” thing, but B) I also think secret marriages are kind of weird. (Then again, maybe Craig and Weisz have really overbearing mothers. In that case, I can dig it. To Vegas!)
But Craig isn’t finished:
“I think there’s a lot to be said for keeping your own counsel. …It’s not about being afraid to be public with your emotions or about who you are and what you stand for. But if you sell it off it’s gone. You can’t buy it back—you can’t buy your privacy back. ‘Ooh I want to be alone.’ F—k you! We’ve been in your living room. We were at your birth. You filmed it for us and showed us the placenta and now you want some privacy?”
Now that I’ve witnessed Daniel Craig going apeballs with righteous indignation over the Kardashian family, I can absolutely see why Rachel Weisz is in love with him. There is nothing more charming (to some of us, anyway) than a smart little man completely losing his mind over traffic jams, bad manners, and reality TV. Ah! I love it.