In case you haven't already heard, Anne let her cooch out for a breather
while awkwardly climbing out of a car on Monday night in a much more
awkward dress at a Les Mis premiere and the paparazzi digitally captured
the moment. Rather than delete the evidence, as Hathaway went on
record would have been the fair and sensible thing to do, the
photographer made some money off of it. Sacrebleu! It was as if someone's dying moments were captured for entertainment value. Not. Hathaway talked about it to
Vanity Fair and then went on
The Today Show,
where ratings-killer Matt Lauer lecherously introduced her with, "We've
seen a lot of you lately." Gee, thanks, Matt Lauer. You were already a
douchebag who probably cheats on his wife and killed crybaby Ann
Curry's dreams by orchestrating her exit from
Today, but now
you're also unabashedly gross. Anyway, Hathaway, a woman of grace and
dignity, couldn't just have a good laugh; rather, she chastised the
media for capitalizing on her "vulnerable moment" and went on to
cleverly tie this indiscretion to her latest film role. However, I
don't know if clever is really the appropriate word considering that
she's a multimillionaire sans kids who had an embarrassing moment who
compared her predicament to an impoverished 19th-century mother who had
no choice in life to provide for her daughter other than to prostitute
herself for money. Um, Anne, I get where you're going with this, and,
yes, you may have a point with commodifying sexuality, but, girl, you
are treading on some thin ice for the more discerning.
If she should be admonishing anyone, it should be Tom Ford for putting
her in that caped dress (and whoever made those Matrix-style boots).
There are some of the camp that she is the still the classy-type who
went commando to avoid the panty-line and wasn't accustomed to the
practice. There are others who cry foul, because it's all the internet
is talking about (including Cinesnatch), she's not beneath calling
attention to herself, and, duh, a small purse could have blocked that
small breeze she had to have felt up in her bidness. We haven't really
heard about this type of biscuit delivery since the
Paris/Lindsay/Britney Baker's Dozen from six or so years ago. But, we
can all agree they're trash and Anne, a talented film actress, who is
known for her prestigious choices isn't one we'd normally place in their
company. Aren't we living in a different world now where very little
is sacred? It's not like she holds a high political position, where one
has to command some semblance of respect in order to be taken
seriously. If Secretary of State Hillary Clinton really isn't running
for president in 2016, she'll be flashing us pretty soon to make it
clear, I imagine.
Meanwhile, Hathaway will be working with Steven Spielberg on
Robopocalypse.
Is he going to send her a quilt with a note that says, "Cover yourself
up" before cameras roll like he did with Drew after she showed David
Letterman her fun bags on air? It's not like a slip-up, so to speak, of
this nature would harm anyone in the entertainment world or their
award's chances, would it? We already know she's winning the Oscar. She has made it very clear.
The AMPAS don't really have a choice. However, remember when Paul
Verhoeven "tricked" Sharon Stone into slipping off her underwear in
Basic Instinct, because of the "glare." We all know that Stone's beaver cameo kept her from Oscar, so perhaps Anne should be sweating now.
Just so we're clear, I have a history of reporting on Hathaway
and not what some may incorrectly associate with "cinesnatch." So, I
couldn't help but post on this, but, yeah, maybe I shouldn't have.
Though, if there was ever a post to live up to the unintended meaning
of this blog, I guess this would be it. Well, that, and my scene by scene of
Instinct. Cheers.
