I would like to interrupt regular programming to show all of you a photograph that did more for my self-esteem and faith in the continued existence of true love in these superficial times than that Dove commercial.
The lady you see above? She’s Keely Shaye Smith. Otherwise known as Mrs. Pierce Brosnan.
Did I blow your mind? It’s okay. Take your time. Ready?
Alright. So when she married Brosnan, she looked like this and I don’t remember paying any attention to the event but if I did, I probably expected it to end the way most Hollywood marriages end – in divorce in a few years. However, they have now been married since 2001 (and they dated for years before that). In that time they’ve seen the arrival of two kids as well as the end of the Brosnan-Bond franchise. And neither of them looks the way they did when they got married – and it’s apparently okay.
In a way, I can’t believe my own reaction to this. Why is this such a big deal?
I was a Brosnan fan for a quick minute when I was a little kid because we used to get reruns of Remington Steele and I absolutely loved it. But then I grew up, Remington Steele ended and Brosnan became my (second- no, wait, third) least favorite James Bond.
In many ways the Brosnan Bond broke new ground but somehow, all of it kind of left me less than impressed. And I say this as a sucker who contributed to his take of one billion dollars at the box office each time he made one of those movies.
Part of my animosity, I think, stems from a miniseries he did in his pre-Bond days – The Noble House. Look, he tried his best but if ever a man was miscast in a production, that man was Brosnan as blond Ian Dunross with his Hong Kong business empire. Around the World in 80 Days made me feel kinder towards him but not much.
Ask me the best work I think he’s done in the past 10 years and I think it’s Evelyn followed by The Thomas Crown Affair. And nobody topples Steve McQueen off his perch so that second one is always going to be an also-ran in the grand scheme of things. And yes, I enjoyed Matador (and Mars Attacks too, if it comes to that), but it doesn’t reach favorite status, sorry.
But! Learning today that he’s married to a woman who doesn’t follow cookie cutter celebrity standards makes me like him in a way I don’t like most celebrities. And that’s weird right? To like someone or not based on who they’re married to/ dating? What business is it of mine if his wife is a size 0 or a size 20? It’s one thing to gossip about celebrities, why take it to their spouses or children?
I guess it’s because tales of the twenty-something with rock hard abs who lands the aging movie star are pretty commonplace but you don’t often get to hear about the plus-size environmental reporter/ avid gardener who married an aging James Bond and is a style icon to boot.