The Sydney Morning Herald reported this weekend that Russell Crowe and wife Danielle Spencer have separated after nine years. Both have been seen in public since the story broke - he in New York, she is Australia - and there have been no denials. It’s about as legit as it gets. And according to the publication, the split is amicable even though everyone seems to be circling around the issue of whether or not Spencer was carrying on with her Dancing With The Stars partner Damian Whitewood. Apparently they were out together all the time during the summer (or is it winter?) and she kept posting photos of them on her Twitter -- click here to see. But then Crowe was photographed picking her up at the airport and all the rumours went away.
Here’s Russell looking not pissed in Manhattan this weekend. That beard is for Darren Aronofsky’s Noah. My point about Russell not looking pissed is that, you know, it’s not like he doesn’t have a temper. It’s not like he’s never beat down a hotel clerk with a telephone before because he couldn’t call his wife. I mean… if that’s how he reacts to not being able to talk to her, can you imagine what he’d be like if she cheated on him? For some reason that line from Legally Blonde just popped in my head:
“Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don't shoot their husbands, they just don't.”
Russell Crowe exercises a lot these days. He bikes around NYC all the time. And he’s been busy shooting back to back to back features. Which is likely what led to their estrangement. Remember what led to their hook-up?
Russell and Danielle were together when they were much younger. Then he had an affair with Meg Ryan which led to him winning an Oscar and her losing her career, so that seems fair, doesn’t it, Hollywood?, and after they broke up, there was some talk of him with Nicole Kidman, but five minutes after that, he and Danielle were married. 10 years ago Russell Crowe gave us some great gossip. And now? I’m inclined to say that his best gossip years are behind him though, well, Mel Gibson lit up so spectacularly in middle age, maturity might not have anything to do with it.