No, the answer is definitely not her director-husband Bart Freundlich, who cast her in the worst role of her career in 2005's Trust the Man, the nadir of her recent career slump.
We all know this, and everyone has blogged about it: Julianne Moore has been in an unforgivable rut since her desperate-housewife double bill in 2002 (Far from Heaven and The Hours). There was the seriously unfunny Laws of Attraction, the hysteri-a-thon of Freedomland and The Forgotten, the solipsistic aforementioned Trust the Man and the not-terribly-interesting cameo in Children of Men. She probably made a poopload of money, but was it really worth it? No. I don't care how nicely she's decorated her West Village townhouse. We (and she) deserve(s) better.
Next month we get Savage Grace. Early notices are disappointing, but I'm jazzed by her scenery-chewing in this clip. I just hope it works with the movie. The reason Moore used to be my favorite screen actor was her ability to modulate, to breathe with the film. Her performances in Far from Heaven and especially The End of the Affair are masterworks of restraint and total oneness with the camera. She hasn't jelled with a movie since. Here's hoping for a renaissance.
Tomorrow night I see my first movie at Telluride. What movie? It's a secret. Seriously. They don't tell us til we get there. It could be anything. What if it's Savage Grace? Eek.
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