See Katie work. Work, Katie, work. See Katie be minded by her Scientology bodyguard. Guard, Scieno, guard. One would wonder–if one was inclined to wonder about the future ex-Mrs. Cruise–why anyone would need a personal bodyguard on a movie set. Not out shopping, not out soccer game-watching, but on a movie set where the only threat, for most people, would be a P.A. who couldn’t keep your non-fat latte hot enough.

But most people don’t have “Property of Tom Cruise” branded on their ass and feel the need to carry their Blackberry with them, in case their owner happens to call, when they’re about to film a scene. Most people can have random conversations with people and not worry about saying something their master might object to. Thank god most people aren’t Katie Holmes, huh?