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[tinseltowns]

unscripteds​.

           “okay,  so  i’m  not,”  comes  after  a  bout  of  silence,  sharp,  tinged  with  indignation  and  laced  with  an  anger  that’s  been  simmering  just  below  the  surface  —  though,  not  entirely  masked  in  the  slightest.  it’s  an  anger  borne  from  an  affront,  a  swelling  of  frustration  that’s  been  embedded  in  his  chest  since  touching  back  down  in  L.  A.,  uncomfortable  yet  unable  to  completely  subside  or  land  on  its  intended  target.  this  is  the  outcome  daniel  has  wanted  …  yet,  there’s  a  hollowness  to  it.  as  if,  with  jude  leaving  so  abruptly,  something’s  slipped  just  out  of  grasp.  no  confrontation,  no  full-blown  row,  nothing.  the  man  is  gone,  likely  to  never  be  heard  from  again.  “i’m  not  particularly  in  shambles  about  your  engagement,  to  the  man  you  left  me  for,  falling  apart  …  in  fact,  my  biggest  regret  right  now  is  not  coming  over  here  to  bloody  his  fuckin’  nose.”  his  tone  has  elevated,  slightly,  without  meaning  to.  all  this  bottled  up  emotion  is  attempting  to  stick  its  landing  on  someone  …  and  so  he  takes  a  breath,  slackens  his  shoulders,  and  fidgets  with  the  unopened  bottle  of  water  before  continuing,  “but,  that  doesn’t  seem  to  matter  now.  nothing’s  changed.  we  still  seem  to  have  this  communication  problem.  you’ve  been  sitting  on  this  for,  what,  over  a  week?”

daniel  moves  towards  the  kitchen  sink,  palms  flat  on  the  counter  top,  his  back  facing  her,  and  peers  out  the  window  into  their  backyard.  sometimes,  like  now,  he  thought  maybe  they  should’ve  chosen  a  place  a  little  more  deeper  into  the  hills,  a  little  more  secluded.  the  view  was  remarkable,  especially  at  dusk  when  the  sun  let  go  its  hold  and  the  city’s  lights  glimmered  to  life  just  below  the  canyons.  one  of  the  many  memories  of  this  place  was  him  and  julia  lounging  on  the  veranda  at  night,  sharing  a  bottle  of  wine  and  admiring  the  panoramic  view  of  downtown  L.A.  they’re  memories  he  wants  to  continue  to  have  with  her  and  no  one  else.  if  they  could  get  to  where  they  once  were.  “i’m  not  here  to  get  anything,  julia.”  he  confesses  after  a  few  beats  of  silence  and  turns  to  face  her  once  more,  arms  crossed  and  tucked  tightly  against  his  chest.  “your  mother  called  me  and  said  something  was  going  on  and  that  i  should  come  home  …  she  left  out  a  wee  bit  of  details.”  he  steps  slowly  back  to  the  center  of  the  room,  instinctively  stretching  a  hand  towards  her,  touching  her  arm.  a  tender  gesture,  a  promise  that  he  was  here  if  she  wanted  him.  “none  of  this  is  dumb,  julia  …  and  i  don’t  think  you  should  be  here  by  yourself.  get  your  mom  or  joni  to  spend  the  night.  i  can  look  around,  if  you’d  like  me  to.  check  the  safes  if  you  haven’t  already.”

     “nothing’s  changed?  really?”  her  words  are  wounded,  hurt,  but  they  tumble  out  sharply,  saturated  with  breathless  challenge.  it  had  all  changed  for  julia,  the  moment  she  touched  down  on  american  soil  and  realized  the  mess  she’d  created,  borne  out  of  heartbreak  and  festering  into  a  damning  virus  she  couldn’t  stomach  anymore.  “i  didn’t  —  i  didn’t  leave  you  for  him,  daniel.  i  left  because  i  needed  time,  i  left  because  i  thought  . . .  i  thought  we  were  . . .  ugh,  fuck.”  charlotte  and  kitty  had  taught  julia  how  to  remain  strong  and  resilient  in  this  industry,  and  while  the  actress  had  always  been  skilled  in  navigating  emotions  on  the  silver  screen,  she  often  struggled  with  their  complexities  off  screen.  she’s  hurt  and  frightened  and  heartbroken,  and  she  can  feel  sharp,  stinging  tears  burning  her  eyes.  “i  didn’t  mind  when  i  lost  the  others.  they’d  so  often  been  such  clear  mistakes,  that  when  it  came  time  to  just  call  it,  it  didn’t  mean  very  much  at  all.  hell,  i  even  celebrated  after  michael,”  the  wretched  baseball  player,  whose  engagement  party  to  his  twenty  -  something  bride  had  been  something  of  a  first  date  for  daniel  and  julia.  “but  with  you  . . .  i  couldn’t  handle  it.  i  couldn’t  face  losing  you.  it  felt  like  you  were  slipping  away  like  the  others,  except  i  couldn’t  just  shrug  it  off  like  them.  losing  you  meant  something.”  she  pauses,  figuring  that  there’s  very  little  to  leave  on  the  table.  “losing  you  meant  everything.  so  i  left,  and  you  didn’t  come  after  me.”  because  it’s  that  easy  to  fall  out  of  love  with  julia,  isn’t  it?  on  and  off  like  a  lightswitch.  she  takes  it  all  in,  recalling  herself  as  the  sobbing  redhead  by  the  hotel  pool,  slinking  off  on   her  own  between  reshoots.  she  laughs,  weakly  and  miserably,  “in  retrospect,  between  the  constant  tears  and  the  bottle  of  champagne  i  always  kept  handy,  i  was  probably  the  easiest  mark  in  the  world  for  jude.” 

she  takes  in  his  revelation  quietly,  steadying  herself  with  a  few  deep  breaths.  “i  wasn’t  trying  to  keep  this  from  you  exactly.  i  barely  wanted  my  mother  to  know,  and  zarah  only  knows  that  i  had  to  reschedule  some  meetings  with  her  because  i  wasn’t  feeling  great.  which  isn’t  exactly  a  lie,  because  i  feel  like  absolute  shit.”  julia  wipes  away  the  stray  tears  that  had  slithered  down  her  cheek,  ultimately  relenting,  “i’m  sorry  i  didn’t  say  anything  sooner.  it’s  just  . . .  after  that  night,  i  wanted  the  next  time  we  spoke  to  be  better,  to  have  a  clear  head  about  everything  we  shared.  to  tell  you  that  i  ended  things  with  him  because  i  couldn’t  pretend  anymore.  it  didn’t  feel  fair  to  call  you  up  just  to  say  hi,  hope  your  head’s  doing  alright,  by  the  way  the  brit  stole  everything.”  she  relents  into  his  touch,  stepping  closer,  hesitating  only  briefly  before  allowing  herself  the  small  luxury  of  curling  herself  into  his  chest.  julia  needed  something  to  ground  her,  and  no  presence  had  ever  been  more  grounding  or  serene  than  daniel’s,  especially  in  her  frequently  unreliable  world.  “i  hate  this,”  she  confesses,  eyes  falling  shut  as  she  finally  allows  more  tears  to  fall  freely,  her  face  shielded  in  his  chest.  “i  hate  that  he’s  taken  a  home  full  of  our  memories,  me  and  you,  and  now  it  just  feels  scary  and  unsafe  and  just . . .  just  fucking  miserable.”  it’s  the  first  time  she’s  allowed  herself  to  come  undone,  even  in  the  slightest,  with  fingertips  curling  at  the  fabric  of  his  shirt,  “trust  me,  you’re  not  the  only  one  who  wants  to  beat  his  ass.  but  i  —  i  don’t  know,  i’m  probably  gonna  find  a  suite  for  a  few  nights  ‘til  we  can  take  inventory  of  everything.  it  feels  cold  here.”

[tinseltowns]

cerendipitous​.

“that bad, huh?” zarah’s brows remained lifted, tilting her head in gentle curiosity. she had her inklings and guesses about what was going on between the estranged couple. and by ‘going on’ she meant she had a strong feeling in her gut that their marriage was far from over. perhaps they just needed someone to give their heads a little knock together? slight encouragement was what she called it. although it probably wasn’t her place to be doing that. the sound that managed to escape from zarah when julia spoke her truth was probably high enough for dogs to hear, and she quickly covered her mouth to avoid making an absolute spectacle. “i knew it! i knew it! oh jules!” she couldn’t and wouldn’t wipe the smile from her face, “what happens is you let me play cupid and pull some strings here and there - i’m kidding obviously - unless you want me to? and then i can be not kidding. i can parent trap you both like that.” she snapped her fingers. zarah had to admit that the idea of both working on this project with julia and daniel and potentially witnessing the rekindling of their relationship really got to the romantic in her. and she hadn’t be genuinely this excited about something for years. it was fresh and new and everything people didn’t expect of her - a real surprise. “honestly? i feel like i can’t hold in how thrilled i am. you slog through so much stuff in this industry that you don’t wanna do, and when you find something like this it sort of feels like you’ve struck gold or won the lottery of jobs.” she exhaled a slow sigh as she lowered herself into the warm jacuzzi water. “real talk here too, thank you for taking a chance on me, it means the world honestly.” a rare moment of serious, raw honesty from zarah, and she meant every word. 

                 “parent  trap  us?”  julia  can’t  bite  back  the  eruption  of  fond  laughter  that  shakes  through  her,  and  it  once  again  provokes  a  sense  of  comfort  in  zarah’s  company  —  she  had  found  that  so  many  of  her  friendships  in  this  industry  seemed  purely  transactional  or,  worse,  for  the  sake  of  keeping  a  good  public  face.  from  the  first  moment  she’d  been  the  spirited  woman,  julia  had  a  keen  sense  that they  shared  something  special.  yes,  julia  was  actively  supporting  zarah’s  career,  but  it  didn’t  come  from  obligation  or  duty;  she  genuinely  believes  in  her  friend  and  all  the  talent  she  holds  in  a  single  fingertip,  and  she  just  wants  the  world  to  know  how  brilliant  she  is,  too.  “i  don’t  know,  z,  i  -  i  don’t  even  know  if  he’s  open  to  . . .  that.”  it  goes  without  saying  that  julia  would  give  anything  to  be  back  in  daniel’s  arms,  but  is  that  what  he  wants?  they’d  edged  the  topic,  teased  some   understanding  from  each  other,  but  it  still  feels  incredibly  risky.  “and  besides,”  she  squares  her  shoulders,  grin  blossoming  across  coral  lips,  “from  what  i’ve  been  hearing,  my  love  life  isn’t  the  only  one  that’s  gone  a  little  topsy-turvy.  will  we  find  a  gorgeous  miss  ivy  lau  in  the  audition  rooms  for  us?”  it  seemed  farcical,  a  writer,  a  director,  and  the  two  actresses,  all  tangled  up  in  each  other’s  web.  “god,  we’re  about  to  be  the  fleetwood  mac  of  the  film  industry,  aren’t  we?”  it’s  all  in  jest,  she  knows  they’re  all  dedicated  professionals,  but  even  julia  can’t  resist  laughing  at  the  scandal  of  it  all.  with  zarah  submerged  in  the  bubbling  waters,  julia  allows  herself  to  grow  sincere,  open,  “listen,  i’m  just  doing  what  some  fucking  idiot  missed  out  on.  you  have  an  incredible  gift,  and  now  the  world  is  going  to  see  what  you’re  made  of.  this  is  only  the  beginning,”  she  insists,  smile  softening  though  her  eyes  remain  alert  with  possibility.  “so  i  hope  you  have  your  oscar  speech  prepared  and  you  start  making  room  on  your  shelves.  i’m  serious!  those  little  suckers  are  much  heavier  than  people  let  on.”

[tinseltowns]

unscripteds​.

         here  it  was,  jutting  off  the  hillside,  discreetly  concealed  by  dense  foliage,  palm  trees,  and  well-kept  shrubbery.  it  sat  just  above  the  sunset  strip,  edging  along  a  landscape  studded  with  mansions  and  estate  homes.  if  you  curved  up  these  tangles  of  streets  with  a  little  too  much  lead  on  the  gas,  you’d  just  miss  the  iron  gate  …  which  had  been  one  of  its  selling  points.  it’s  peaceful  here.  calm.  serene.  and  on  any  other  occasion,  this  nook  they’d  carved  out  for  themselves  would  be  a  welcomed  sight.  a  sweet  breath  of  relief  after  a  tumultuous  few  weeks.  instead,  daniel  is  halted  mid-stride  between  the  entryway  and  veranda,  caught  slightly  off-guard  by  pauline’s  sudden  emergence,  briefcase  in  hand  and  flustered  enough  to  only  afford  him  a  casual  greeting  and  an  over  the  shoulder  departing  wave.  there’s  a  feeling  as  though  he’s  imposed  upon  something,  as  if  he’s  stumbled  into  something  he  shouldn’t  have  and  whatever  pauline  was  cramming  into  that  bag  of  hers,  as  she  descended  the  driveway,  would  be  another  special  delivery  courtesy  of  express  mail.  his  mood  takes  a  nosedive  off  the  canyon  and,  if  it  weren’t  for  charlotte’s  insistence  that  he  should  get  home  right  away,  daniel  would’ve  turned  right  back  around  towards  malibu.  nonetheless,  after  a  few  beats  and  the  removal  of  his  ring,  he  unceremoniously  rounds  the  kitchen  corner. 

it’s  not  lost  on  him  that  this  is  the  first  time  they’ve  been  here,  together,  since  he’d  pleaded  with  her  not  to  go.  so,  he  idles,  sweeps  a  gaze  over  the  papers  strewn  across  the  kitchen  island  and  jams  his  hands  deep  in  his  pockets.  “oh,  well  i  wasn’t  really  thinking  anything,”  a  lie.  “i,  uh,  —  i  only  came  to  get  a  few  things  from  my  office  …  i  guess  i  should’ve  called  beforehand  to  see  if  you  were  busy.”  he  clears  his  throat,  shifts  his  weight,  allows  a  moment  for  that  news  to  sink  in  and  just  stifles  the  grin  threatening  to  bloom.  “he  left?”  another  quick  sweep  goes  over  the  room,  into  the  dining  area,  as  daniel  meanders  in  a  little  further,  as  though  whatever  was  nicked  is  suddenly  going  to  jump  out  and  establish  itself.  “sorry  to  hear  the  engagement’s  been  called  off,  but  what  exactly  did  he  take?”

      julia  doesn’t  know  why  it  stings,  sharp  as  a  slap  to  the  face,  that  daniel  isn’t  here  for  her  —  of  course  he  isn’t,  what  does  he  owe  her  after  this  entire  debacle?  this  is  his  home,  too  . . .  at  least  she  hopes  it  is,  though  the  thought  of  him  carrying  out  his  belongings,  piece  by  piece,  is  enough  to  have  tears  threaten  to  swell  in  her  eyes.  god,  this  is  exhausting.  she’s  drained,  but  she  can’t  fall  apart  in  front  of  daniel,  this  isn’t  his  mess  to  clean  up.  “no,   you’re  not,”  she  remarks  softly,  though  it  comes  with  a  soft,  breathy  laugh,  the  first  moment  of  relief  she’s  allowed  herself  in  days.  she’s  been  tied  up  in  knots,  strung  taut,  and  as  always,  it’s  daniel  that  alleviates  the  tension,  easing  her  frayed  nerves.  “neither  am  i  for  that  matter.  it  was  never  —  he  was  never  . . .  ”  she  was  never  going  to  marry  jude,  he  was  never  going  to  be  her  husband.  this  is  a  plaintive  fact  for  many  reasons,  though  the  most  glaring  reason  of  all  is  the  man  she’s  looking  at  right  now.  she  smiles  weakly  and  pulls  freckled  shoulders  into  a  hopeless  shrug,  “it  always  felt  like  a  grift,  i  shouldn’t  be  surprised  that  it  ended  like  one.”  

his  second  question  is  a  weightier  one  she  doesn’t  have  all  the  answers  for,  slowly  rising  from  her  perch  at  the  breakfast  nook  and  traipsing  towards  the  fridge.  “we’re  still  trying  to  gauge  that,  but  right  now,  it’s  looking  like  a  lot.  i,  um,  i’m  scared  to  even  go  through  the  jewelry  inventory.”  things  are  things  to  julia,  there’s  not  much  that  jude  could’ve  snatched  in  the  night  that  would’ve  made  an  impact,  but  there  are  necklaces  from  her  grandmother,  inherited  rings  from  the  sullivans,  and  god,  what  if  he  took  daniel’s  engagement  ring?  he  knew  where  she  kept  it,  always  at  her  bedside,  and  she  hadn’t  been  brave  enough  to  see  if  he  really  did  go  for  the  jugular.  she  winces,  pulling  out  two  water  bottles  and  proffering  one  towards  daniel  as  she  steps  closer,  just  the  slightest.  “guess  he  saw  his  opportunity  the  night  i  spent  with  you.”  a  night  of  many  revelations,  ones  she  wished  she  could’ve  talked  with  daniel  about  on  much  happier  terms.  she  steps  back  slowly,  folding  her  arms  across  her  chest,  “sorry,  this  is  all  . . .  it’s  very  dumb,  and  i  know  you  wanted  to  get  your  things  from  the  office.”  she  cants  her  head,  shielding  her  visage  from  the  heartbreak  etched  in  her  features.  “i  don’t  want  to  hold  you  up,  danny.”

[tinseltowns]

out of your peers, whose career do you admire the most?

"oh, don't ask me that! literally all of them do such profound work that i'm continually in awe of." it sounds like a cheap answer, but julia's in no position to dissect anybody's career. "i've been lucky to work with some of the greatest writers, directors, actors, all around creators — even better, i've been lucky enough to call some of them my friends. hell, some people have done such incredible work and they're still just getting started. how amazing is that?"

[tinseltowns]

what did you think the first time you met daniel?

"i thought charlotte strikes again." it's sort of an inside joke, but no one can deny the way she lights up when daniel's mentioned, wide smile and absolutely aglow. "she set us up, brazenly so. pulled a fast one on me. told us both to meet her for lunch, and then the woman's nowhere to be found. the whole thing was incredibly transparent, even daniel knew something was up, and i'll be honest — for awhile there, i was a little bit jaded about love. many failed marriages will do that to you. and then i'm talking to this guy, this incredibly handsome, incredibly funny guy with this dreamy accent and absolutely no pretense or bullshit, and i just . . . yeah, i was smitten from the start. i was definitely not ready to admit it, but i think i sort of knew from the moment we met. and yes, i know it sounds cliche, but screw it, i love cliches. we talked for hours, had way too much wine, and it just felt like i've known him forever. so yeah, charlotte strikes again — but thank god she did." @unscripteds

[tinseltowns]

pvlshd​.

“  thought it’d sound nicer than the site of my rotting corpse. i like to think i’m a patient man, but after the twentieth minute i start to feel my life force draining out of my eyeballs. but you don’t have to worry about that, we’re still on minute fourteen.  ”  he should’ve brought something other than just his fucking phone, it is a mistake he will not make again. he shifts in his seat, he’s been on it for awhile.  “   do you practise that one in front of the mirror with different names, or am i just special ?  it’s tequila. one of those blanco, sipping varieties. why don’tchu sit down sayre-sullivan,  i’m a gentleman, i can rustle up a minion or two for you —  ”  the ‘gentleman’,  rolls  past her toward the door with a smooth kick and a swing of his legs, popping his head out to spot that mousey face that had ‘new’ , ‘terrified’  and ‘ardent fan’ stamped all over it earlier, who he’ll request for one more.  when he returns, his relaxed position renews.  “  so you are here to see nellie then ?  doesn’t seem to be taking to this new promotion very well. what did you end up doing after that party ? you were still there when i left, i think. ”  

          “sipping  varieties?  that  sounds  like  sacrilege,  wilder.”  for  all  the  pomp  and  circumstance  that  defined  her  upbringing,  the  sayres  had  always  lacked  all  pretense  when  it  came  to  liquor  —  kitty  had  desperately  tried  to  get  her  granddaughter  into  finer  champagne,  which  julia  enjoys  on  a  surface  level,  but  it  had  been  charlotte  who  insisted  that  any  alcohol  worth  a  damn  was  dirt  cheap  and  meant  to  be  thrown  down  your  gullet  with  haste.  now  that  was  one   rule  from  her  mother  that  julia  always  happily  obliged.  her  visage  twists  into  apologetically  pained  at  the  thought  of  some  intern  having  to  fetch  her  drink,  always  anxious  with  power  plays.  “so,  i’ve  got  six  minutes  left  before  your  flesh  rots  right  in  front  of  me?  or  five?  just  want  to  make  sure  i’ve  got  my  popcorn  ready,  sounds  like  quite  the  spectacle.”  she  cracks a  smirk,  eyes  sweeping  over  the  room  before  falling  back  on  louis  with  only  slight  hesitance.  “i  don’t  think  nellie’s  eager  to  see  anybody  right  now,  so  i’ll  spare  her.  you  can  tolerate  me  a  little  longer,  right?”  ah,  the  party.  she  wonders  if  he’s  pulling  her  leg,  given  the  tabloid  coverage  daniel’s  little  scuffle  garnered  —  but  she  also  reckons  that  louis  wilder  isn’t  exactly  the  sort  to  spend  his  eyes  poring  through  glossy  rags,  even  in  the  depths  of  boredom.  “i  was  still  there,  which  means  that  i  most  definitely  wasn’t  sober.  which  might  explain  why  the  whole  night  was  more  tolerable  than  expected.”  the  man  ended  up  leaving  with  might’ve  had  a  lot  to  do  with  that  as  well.  “what  had  you  leavin’  the  ball  so  early,  huh?  thought  you  might  pull  a   reverse  fairy  tale  and  turn  into  a  proper  prince  charming  at  midnight.”  the  mousy  new  face  returns  with  a  fresh  drink  for  julia,  which  she  accepts  with  a  warm  smile  and  soft  thank  you,  honey.  it’s  a  warmth  that  turns  decidedly  more  impish  when  she’s  alone  with  the  director  again,  “you  missed  out,  y’know,  they  were  doing  body  shots  off   meryl  streep.”

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JESSICA CHASTAIN at ABC’s The View in New York City (February 02, 2023)

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Red Desert 1964 dir. Michelangelo Antonioni

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What happened in Cabo? 👀

"it's important to clarify that we were supposed to be in santorini, but my assistant, god bless her, got a little . . . mixed up." the problem being that her assistant gets mixed up a lot. "not a problem, though. i mean, god, how obnoxious would that be, right? boo hoo, i had to go to cabo," she waves her hand with a playful roll of her eyes. "daniel and i said screw it, we're here, it's beautiful - let's not make a fuss about it. so we indulged in a lot of margaritas, on top of everything we drank during our flight, which lead to skinny dipping in the pool and all that silly vacation stuff. i thought it'd be a bright idea to sprawl out in the afternoon sun and tan, too tipsy to remember my sunscreen, but i completely knocked out. i woke up in agony." she can still remember the sight, lobster red and stinging from head to toe. "daniel was such a sweetheart, he rubbed aloe all over me and kept me hydrated. only laughed at how completely red i was once, which is a real feat for that jokester. so please, always remember to wear your sunscreen. and don't run around cabo naked." @unscripteds

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What was your first marriage like?

"stupid." perhaps not the most graceful answer, but frankly, it's the most succinct. she erupts into laughter, shoulders pulling into a hopeless shrug, "what can i say? it was! i was very, very young and very, very stupid. i was trying to rebel against a rebellious family. i barely knew him, he just owned a lot of the venues my dad was playing at back then. he was having a mid - life crisis, i was being a twerp, it was . . . yeah, stupid. very stupid. i think we both decided long ago to forget about the whole thing."

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would you ever work with daniel again?

"i mean, who says there's not something cooking right now?" her impish smile softens the swelling in her chest whenever daniel's named is mentioned, eyes alight and endlessly fond, "of course. my personal connection to him aside, daniel riley is one of the greatest and most thought - provoking writers of our generation. his work is intelligent and enthralling. he's a genius, through and through. kenmare was one of the most challenging projects i've ever done, because i wanted to do right by his vision so badly, and yet he was so wonderful in helping us both craft a fresh take on eve. i don't think i've ever had so much fun with such intense subject matter. i was practically skipping to set everyday, silly as it sounds. he's just incredible." @unscripteds

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did you really leave your husband for a much younger man?

"—— tabloid bullshit, what's new?"

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Did Julia ever miss out on a role or turn one down and later regret it?

"ugh, how much time do we have?" probably not remotely enough to cover this topic, but julia catches herself smirking regardless. "of course! i'm wildly thankful for my career, and there's very little i would change about it, but yeah, definitely passed on some solid roles. then again, every time i think about it, i wonder if i'm actually in awe of the role itself or am i in awe of the actress playing it? typically the latter, so in reality, it was probably meant for them. i'm always going to kick myself for not having the time for sharp objects, though."

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is it true your husband has a huge hog? the people have a right to know!

"nobody has the right to know!" cheeks as scarlet as her tresses, julia feels her chest grow hot and finds herself briefly trapped in a fit of giggles. "i'm not sharing that, his mother could be watching — my mother could be watching, and she'll call in to demand the truth! just know that i'm personally and deeply satisfied. that's all i'll say." @unscripteds

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is it true that you and ava castro got so into character on the set of carol that your relationship heated up off screen?

"well, that sounds like a lot of wishful thinking from a very vocal part of the internet," julia exhales through breathy laughter, always caught between setting the record straight and, well, letting the kids have their fun. "i will say that it's not at all difficult to love ava, onscreen and off, and even if it's not quite as racy as people would like to believe, she's still a darling in my life. i'm very, very thankful that i was able to work with someone so warm and collaborative." she pauses, then indulges just the slightest bit, "i mean, maybe a few scenes were improvised." @avangelines

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JESSICA CHASTAIN Why Now – A DOLL’S HOUSE on Broadway