Red carpet events crack me up. Take, for instance, the massive rollout for Fracture, which is that rarest of things—a movie that is smart and suspenseful and dark and funny. Anthony Hopkins returns to bad-guy territory as a genius murderer. Gorgeous Ryan Gosling is in typical A-plus form as the cocky attorney who thinks he can win cases with his eyes closed. The movie has it all—which is no surprise, given that director Gregory Hoblit is the man behind the similarly thrilling Primal Fear.
Okay, but there's one thing missing: sex!
It was on my mind, I have to admit. Hey, if you'd seen those hordes of teenage girls screaming their lungs out for Gosling, you would have channeled your inner tween lust monkey, too. So, I investigated.
I knew when I saw Rosamund Pike working the carpet in a stunning, bare-a-lot-of-it Chanel dress that she must be the girl who gets to get it on with Ry in the flick. Lucky be-yotch! Rosamund was pleasant and sweet, all about how wonderful the cast is. Typical red carpet polite talk.
Fast-forward three and a half hours later. We've all seen Fracture. We're all drinking to it at Napa Valley Grille. Rosamund, working a martini, is one of the only stars still hanging out.
I go over and tell her that she was great—which she was, for real—but that I couldn't help but wonder why we didn't see more physical activity. She and Gosling have amazing eye heat, the kind of heat they don't do in movies enough, where it's more about basic animal lust than stupidly cute repartee. And then cut to the next morning and Gosling's getting out of bed.
"We shot this amazing, hot sex scene," she said. "And they cut it out because they thought it was too distracting. I guess it will be on the DVD extras."
Well, it better be. Rosaumnd seemed understandably bummed. And, well, I think I speak for all horny 13-year-old girls when I say, Boo, editors! Let us see Ryan in action!