“I remember them being like, ‘How do you get guys to a ballet movie? How do you get girls to a thriller?’ And the answer is a lesbian scene. Everyone wants to see that.”
Apparently being pregnant makes you a genius, because Natalie Portman has come out with one of the most ingenious statements I’ve probably ever heard. I mean, I know when I was pregnant, I was like fucking Nostradamus. I’d sit on my cushy ass pillow (didn’t want to get those awful hemorrhoid things that I’d heard so much about) all zen-like and I’d channel all sorts of shit – who’d win the pennant, the next celebrity couple to split, even what sexual position my across-the-street neighbors were messing with that night (OK, that was totally the telescope I had hidden under the bed, but what do you expect? It’s not like I was having sex of my own in those days). Pregnancy? Equates innate brilliance.
But honestly. That’s some wicked smart marketing there. How to get guys to attend a chick flick? Throw some girl-on-girl muff diving and feisty tit grabbing into the mix and it’s sure to be a hit – just ask the nominating committee over at the Golden Globe foundation.
Duly noted, Nat, and thanks for the insight.
Well, true as it probably is, that’s a pretty cynical and condescending statement (which is probably why I like it). Me? I’m a plain-vanilla hetero and gay sex scenes (male or female) are usually my cue to wander up to the snack bar and/or the bathroom. Now, if you could get Johnny Depp and Natalie Portman in a hot, nekkid clinch, I would be WELDED to the seat, popcorn and milk duds be damned!
gosh that’s why I love this blog…LOL
love this movie, love them, love