I wish Julia Stiles ever looked pleased to be anywhere.
She just looks as if she doesn't care -- as if, were you compelled to ask her where on Earth she found that disco frock, she would reply with a grunt and an offhand, "What, this old thing? In my Mom's attic, I think? I don't know. Nothing else was clean. Can I go?" In one sense, I should probably pat her on the back and laud her for ignoring The Establishment and doing her own thing, refusing to get all crazy-obsessive about this fame nonsense to the point where she dolls herself up in ways that make her uncomfortable (much as Alicia Keys may have done with the infamous leg hair -- sorry, Alicia, it just caught me by surprise; you stay happy and do whatever you want, as long as it doesn't involve more of those unfortunate Dove commercial-movies that used to air during The Hills).
But on the other side of the coin: Julia is not in the new Bond movie. She doesn't appear to be in any upcoming projects with any of the people who are in the new Bond movie. And yet, here she is at a red-carpet screening of the new Bond movie, looking like she's resisting her body's every urge to flee home and eat glass. So unless she mistakenly believed that a "quantum of solace" is something her bored soul might receive by showing up at this party -- or is being paid to show up, in which case, SMILE, kid; it's an easy gig -- there appears to be no good reason for her to attend if she doesn't want to be there. What gives, Julia? Listen, I just want you to enjoy yourself. Or, fake it just well enough that I stop worrying about you. You're an actress! You can do it.
She just looks as if she doesn't care -- as if, were you compelled to ask her where on Earth she found that disco frock, she would reply with a grunt and an offhand, "What, this old thing? In my Mom's attic, I think? I don't know. Nothing else was clean. Can I go?" In one sense, I should probably pat her on the back and laud her for ignoring The Establishment and doing her own thing, refusing to get all crazy-obsessive about this fame nonsense to the point where she dolls herself up in ways that make her uncomfortable (much as Alicia Keys may have done with the infamous leg hair -- sorry, Alicia, it just caught me by surprise; you stay happy and do whatever you want, as long as it doesn't involve more of those unfortunate Dove commercial-movies that used to air during The Hills).
But on the other side of the coin: Julia is not in the new Bond movie. She doesn't appear to be in any upcoming projects with any of the people who are in the new Bond movie. And yet, here she is at a red-carpet screening of the new Bond movie, looking like she's resisting her body's every urge to flee home and eat glass. So unless she mistakenly believed that a "quantum of solace" is something her bored soul might receive by showing up at this party -- or is being paid to show up, in which case, SMILE, kid; it's an easy gig -- there appears to be no good reason for her to attend if she doesn't want to be there. What gives, Julia? Listen, I just want you to enjoy yourself. Or, fake it just well enough that I stop worrying about you. You're an actress! You can do it.
