When I was a little girl, about seven or eight years old, the only place I really wanted to go was Hollywood. I thought Hollywood was the centre of the universe. Other little girls my age wanted to be princesses or brides, but not me. I wanted to be a movie star. Just imagine being a famous actress, and living in a beautiful home in Beverly Hills -- with a swimming pool, of course. My only friends would be other famous actors and actresses, and I would be married to ... oh ... Gregory Peck or Steve McQueen. We would go to parties and movie premieres every night. I would be widely acclaimed for my fame and beauty, and I would win an Oscar for every movie role.
So it came as a great shock to me yesterday when Randy Quaid was arrested just a few blocks from my house here in Vancouver, and is claiming refugee status in Canada. A refugee from Hollywood...? What on earth happened? Randy Quaid has always been one of my favorite actors. The roles he has chosen were a bit quirky, but suited to his personality. He wasn't blessed with the movie-star good looks of his brother Dennis, but Randy is by far the better actor. He has appeared in over 90 movies, and he has been excellent in every one of them. He can do a bang-on impersonation of Roy Orbison that would knock your socks off, and his role as Lyndon B. Johnson was almost eerie in its authenticity. There is a back story to Randy Quaid's slow annihilation, and it would be interesting to find out what it is. What would cause a man, blessed with talent and good fortune, to snap and start behaving in such a bizarre manner? It would seem that Hollywood is not all about glamour and glitz and swimming pools in Beverly Hills, but rather it is about regarding people as commodities; there is always a newer, better, more up-to-date version. "Get me a young Randy Quaid..." Or even "Get me a young Dennis Quaid..."
I hope Mr. Quaid gets the help he needs. And if he wants to stay in Canada, why not? We've let much worse people into this country. Best of luck, Mr. Quaid.