Naomi Watts. The gal’s pulled down some pretty great performances and projects to slather her resume with– especially Babe: Pig in the City (not to mention Stay and The Ring 2*). My buddy and I always argue about her level of hotness (I’m in the ordinarily lovely camp**- he’s in the "hotness with cute little bunny-teeth camp"), but you can’t deny a Kidman-like (obviously) ability to pick projects that keep her critical bank account well funded. Her most recent film, the commercially-underappreciated/pundit-rewarded The Painted Veil was a moving heartbreaker/warmer thanks in much part to Watts’ performance against faves Liev Schreiber and Edward Norton.
Now Watts is joining solid guy Clive Owen in The International as they team up for a spree of punching global banking institutions in the ass. I’m not sure why they’d want to do that, seeing as how the film’s bank-under-investigation is only brokering arms to third world countries, buying off important people and finding creative ways to ventilate those who disagree with their mission statement. Some people are way too uptight– in this case it’s Clive Owen and Naomi Watts, crusading to investigate and expose the not-quite-corporately responsible antics.
The International has Run Lola Run director Tom Tykwer on its side, shouting accented orders in Berlin from a screenplay by Eric Singer (not of KISS reknown). Columbia will distribute when it’s done. And it’ll be done when it’s done.
*Surely, you must be joking. Yes. Yes I am. <Insert Airplane! joke>
**Attached picture notwithstanding.