Later that year, I went to another party with him, and he was reminded about the time he redecorated a bedroom to be more puke-themed. He sadly remarked to me that he wished he could be known for something else. He didn't give any examples of what these things would be, but I imagine that they're all more appropriate in polite society than blowing chunks into the room of a stranger.
Hollywood recognition follows "vomited everywhere at a party" law. It's hard to ignore someone expelling their bile at an event, just as it's hard for the general public to ignore you when you have your face smacked onto every T-shirt, action figure, and child's sippy cup due to your part in a major blockbuster. You suddenly become more than just a normal person or actor. You have ascended past that. You're now a "Batman" or a "Spider-Man" or a "Dude that passed out on a ping pong table." You don't really have a typical career. Your obituary won't just say "Actor." It will say "Actor and former iconic spandex-wearing crime puncher."
"He had a loving wife and family, but more importantly, he once knocked out Lex Luthor."
Sure, you'll have other things that you're known for. That dude had other achievements. For instance, he had great taste in sandals. FUCK, that dude could wear a sandal. And actors that star in these multi-billion-dollar epics will get quieter and more critically acclaimed roles. But to complain that they're recognized more for being a super person than being the award-winning star of a movie that barely made quadruple digit numbers ignores how human perception works. And it ignores a lot of sippy cups.