There's an exquisitely painful scene in which three Entourage-esque exec-dudes demean Blethyn, as they deem her pitiable. And, natch, these jokers are nubile pricks-in-power types rife with smelly self-importance.
"Did you see a parallel between your character and how women are treated in Hollywood?" I asked the slimmed down, breasty 'n' good-lookin' gal, who has no kids herself.
"You windin' me up?" B.B. shot back, in what sounded like a Cockney accent that most certainly wouldn't go over well at Buckingham Palace.
"No, it's just I saw an apt comparison," I explained, "between that audition you did in the movie and how women are treated here."
"Well, I've never auditioned for a Hollywood movie, Ted," the self-effacing babe blurted sweetly. "I still say you're windin' me up!"
Guilty as charged. I just want the chicks to be as peeved as I am! I'll try and calm it down a tad...maybe.But the good news (or not) is these producer types are callin' ya a "middle-aged heartthrob." I went off for, like, 10 minutes on that one. Nope, not to defend your ass, but to denounce the term itself.
Like such a description exists for a woman in this business. T-town, thy name is, per usual, sexist.