... pretending to be Julia Roberts in the below picture, the first still released from the Coens next film, Burn After Reading?
Seriously, it gave me a start. I thought I was looking forward to this movie and then I saw what I thought was Julia Roberts mid-trademarked-insane-cackle and strangely outfitted in her Pretty Woman blond bob and I became afraid.
But no, it's the lovely McDormand, whom I adore and love and wish all the good things on the Earth that don't associate themselves with Mrs. Danny Moder upon.
Why, Frances? Why ya gotta scare me like that?
But then it gets me thinking: when did I become so terrified of Julia Roberts? I used to be a huge defender of her. I still have the entirety of Pretty Woman memorized to a terrifying degree ("I'm a safety girl!"). Not to mention Steel Magnolias ("we went skinny dipping and we did things that frightened the fish."). I have a very, very weak spot inside my cold, barren heart for My Best Friend's Wedding ("I've got moves you've never seen."). I even thought she was terrific as recently as Closer ("It tastes like you but sweeter."). But what it is, what I'm sure has done it, it's gotta be a slow poisoning of my Roberts-like by that brazen theft she performed at the 2001 Oscars. I even like Erin Brockovich well enough (my nemesis Marg Helgenberger be damned!). But that was Ellen Burstyn's Oscar, and I only seem to grow more and more spiteful over her loss with time. Alas...
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When did you become so scared of Julia Roberts? Oh, I don't know, perhaps when you saw this?
God that cover is so deranged.
Imagine you're Julia Roberts, and that on that year you did what you always do every year: you got a job playing a part in a movie, and you worked to the best of your ability. The Academy decides to give you as Oscar. It's not your decision who wins or loses, you don't steal it from anyone, you just happen to be that year's winner, and good for you, I'm sure you worked hard for it. But because another actress was the audience's favorite even people who used to like you start to hate you as if you done something immoral or dishonest to get it. Does that make any sense to you at all? I don't even like Julia Roberts, I wouldn't care if she never worked again. But I won't hate her for doing absolutely nothing wrong.
mariana, that's a perfectly reasonable, logical argument. Unfortunately I am nuts, and will turn on someone because they wear a color I don't like.
Anyway, I think Julia's doing okay without my support, what with her happy home and millions of dollars and adorable babies.
You know what Julia Roberts movie I love? Like, seriously love? Mary Reilly. That's a good movie.
Yeah, I guess neither of us has any illusions that what we say in our blogs will make any difference in how people perceive themselves, in this case Julia Roberts. I don't write keeping in mind that I mustn't hurt her feelings because she's rich and has lovely kids; I try to be fair to her just because, for no special reason other than for fairness sake. In other news, great blog, I enjoy reading it every day.
Hey, I was in Laura Linney's corner, so I think you're both monsters.
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