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November 5, 2004

Dear Natalie Portman,

Recently, it has come to our attention that you asked Mike Nichols, the director of your new feature film Closer, in which you play a stripper, to remove your nude scenes. Absurdly, he has complied with your ridiculous request. We quote you in Entertainment Weekly as saying, "He wants to see my bare ass much less than even my father would. He's as or more protective of me than my parents are. So doing sexual, physical stuff for him felt very uncomfortable." Oh, I see. It was uncomfortable for you and him?

Well, what about us? Huh? What about the public who planned to pay our hard-earned money to see your movie? Don't we get a say in this? You play a stripper in Closer. A stripper! Maybe this wasn't something you necessarily learned while you attended Harvard, but strippers take their clothes off. Closer is rated R. R! There is no justifiable reason for your nudity to be excised from this film.

How could you do this to your loyal fans, Natalie? Haven't we stood by you all these years? When you debuted in The Professional, we were enamored with you. But you were so young, only 13. We understood that and we waited. When you turned 18, we remained patient. Even when you were at Harvard, we resisted the urge to try and find you. We dreamed of walking down wind from you, perhaps getting a whiff of your hair. But there was no need. We didn't do that, Natalie, what do you take us for? And besides, we knew you needed your space. We said to ourselves, "Natalie will come through for us. She knows we're waiting. She'll take care of us when she graduates."

What about those Star Wars prequels? All those scenes you had to listen to Jar Jar Binks's "meesa weesa" garbage, we winced alongside you. When you awkwardly proclaimed your love for that flaming fairy Anakin Skywalker, we didn't buy it anymore than you did, but we shrugged and went along it. We did it for you, Natalie. It was all for you.

But clearly, you don't feel the same way about us. You've taken us for granted. Clearly, you don't care. We asked for one simple thing from you, a look at your supple, gyrating 23-year old nude body. You'd already agreed to do it. The scenes have been shot. But you had them removed from Closer. Why, Natalie, why?

It seems what we want doesn't matter to you. It never mattered, did it? It's all about you, isn't it, Natalie? What you want, what you need, what you're afraid of. We see how it is.

Anne Hathaway will be nude next year in Havoc. She will have full-frontal nudity and perform sexual acts on screen. She cares about her fans. She is brave and generous, unlike you, Natalie. Unlike you.

We won't be seeing Closer, Natalie Portman. None of us will. Your movie will fail at the box office. You've lost our support. You've disappointed us. You've made us angry. You let us down.

Shame on you, Natalie Portman. It's over between us.