Posted on Tuesday, February 12th, 2008 by Hunter Stephenson
If Bijou Phillips could act, she’d be Marisa Tomei. When Julianne Moore does nudity, it’s like she’s making a fiery feminist statement with a dash of humor. When Tomei does it, like in the first minute(s) of Sidney Lumet’s sharp Before the Devil Knows Your Dead or in Slums of Beverly Hills, it’s like she’s bringing you some Colgate for your toothbrush and she adores you, sleepily. Does that make sense?
The Oscar winning actress has signed on for Darren Aronofsky‘s The Wrestler, and she’s set to play the female lead opposite a long haired, peaked Mickey Rourke. And, yeah, she’s playing a stripper with child. Rourke moves in with her and builds a relationship with the tyke. I have to see this movie, because the sleaze factor is flowing as freely as Willy Wonka’s chocolate river. I want accents too heavy for trash bags, loud ’80s fabrics and a sex scene set to Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar On Me” (the song is in the flick).