Jude Law - Mr. Zero

I’m actually kind of curious to see what happens with Jude Law now that another baby-mama has crawled out of the woodwork. He’s a talented young man of extraordinary good looks (I don’t particularly care for the exquisite type, but I see the appeal), but he’s also a bit of a whore. Just saying.

I mean really, to the casual observer it would appear that he drove his first wife to a mild case of crazies, cheated on his next one-and-only by banging the nanny on a pool table (gentlemanly), and now he’s impregnated another young woman with whom he doesn’t appear to have had hopes sharing the golden years with. You have to admit. A little whorey.

And yet, he seems to work regularly. At what point does a messy private life start to affect your career as a performer? Somewhere between Hugh Grant and Mel Gibson, obviously. Call it the Colin Farrell Coefficient. The appropriate balance of bad boy hijinx and puppy dog contrition. And of course, the cute accent can be a help.

But at a certain point, you just don’t want to see their sleazy little face any more. I believe in trying to separate the private life from the performer. But some people really seem to push it. At this point, if I saw Jude Law as a romantic lead, I’d be yelling at the screen, “Don’t do it, girl. That man is a dog. Get yourself a hero.”