Russell Crowe’s Reluctant Myth
By titan007 The first thing to know about Russell Crowe is that the persona arrived before the man had a chance to introduce himself. “Hollywood Hard Man,” the tabloids insisted, as if a headline could double as a birth certificate. Crowe didn’t coin the phrase so much as inherit it, a hand-me-down stitched together from clenched jaws, gladiatorial roars, and a couple of very public eruptions that still trail his name like a weather system. But the second thing to know—the more interesting thing—is that behind the hard carapace is an artist of old-fashioned seriousness: an actor who treats performance like a craft, a musician who refuses to stop touring dive bars and theatres, and a New Zealand-born, Australia-shaped citizen who never quite sat still long enough to be pinned to one flag. He’s a paradox built for the widescreen: the brawler with a library card; the movie star who talks about method and mistakes with equally cool dispassion; the farm owner who once sang as Russ L...