Alec, I’ve loved you on every one of your 15 appearances as host of Saturday Night Live. Pete Schweddy and his fabulous balls. The annoying French teacher. Tony Bennett. It was all good, and I would probably watch every bit of it all over. I loved you in The Hunt For Red October, and Glengarry Glen Ross. You are a supremely gifted man.
But somewhere along the way, it got weird. We heard the way you screamed at your daughter, recorded for all of us to hear. We saw the way you treat your ex-wife. We’ve seen you punch photographers, and get kicked off of flights for being obnoxious. We’ve seen you be a primadonna pain-in-the-ass over and over and over again. Who knew that with his jackass Jack Donaghy character on 30 Rock, he was just playing himself, with a laugh track?
And then recently, once again, you exposed your core self in yet another deeply disturbing, unpleasant, hateful rant, calling a paparazzi a “cocksucking fag”, followed by a complete denial of the events even though it had been fully caught on tape. I understand that paparazzi are pains-in-the-backside, that they are intrusive, and they can make the life of a public person complete hell. But this does not excuse your appalling behavior.
I’m equally appalled by the lack of outrage from the Hollywood community, within which Mr. Baldwin enjoys Tier 1 advantages and benefits. How does this go unaddressed? If it were Sean Hannity, there would be protests in the street going on even today. Yes, you are indeed a protected son.
So my message is: I could use a break from you, Alec. Go way for a while. Get some therapy and learn how to be a better person. You have a new baby and a newish wife. Don’t screw up your new family like you did the old one. Redemption is attainable, but you need to want to do it.
I’ll miss you when you are away. Please come back soon.