Rachel McAdams is at long last the next big thing. It seems like years ago when we saw Mean Girls and Wedding Crashers and fell for those adorable dimples and sparkling eyes, and don’t get me started on my love for The Notebook (if you haven’t seen it, just netflix it and get on the futon with a mug of Cozy Chamomile and have yourself a good time). She’s been out of the limelight, though, since about 2006, and the momentum from the Wedding Crashers success seems to have slowed. But suddenly she’s back on track in a big way, and as a Modern Jackass, I think it’s important to take a little time from spooning Van Wilder to get wild about some girl on girl loviiiin.
Her new film, which just start shooting, is an adaptation of the Sherlock Holmes tales, written and directed by the thinking-man’s action flickmaker Guy Richie, starring Robert Downey, Jr. The man who, after what was one of the best summer blockbuster seasons in recent memory, emerged as the undisputed master of the box office, acting, and our hearts. I mean, Jude Law is playing his side kick in this movie. Jude Law. This fucking guy was cast as a robot constructed to represent every woman’s ideal man, and now RDJ will own him.
But enough about all the men who I am in love with – enter McAdams to be the goddamn ladyfriend. Sweet Mary, this girl’s gonna be a star. Commence the bonafide ho-down.
I don’t know much about much, but I do know I really want to cuddle all night long with Rachel McAdams. She helps me put aside my outrage over Knightley pursing her lips and getting nominated for Oscars or other hideous issues regarding the abilities of Scar-Jo or Katie Holmes. Rachel McAdams is the answer to my prayers. She’s eye candy and a charmer and, if all goes well, a good actor.
She’s what we wished Julia Roberts could have been. While Julia is stunning and certainly charming, the girl can’t cut it. You’d think that with Clooney, Soderbergh, and Letterman cozying up she must have the talent, but it’s just not there. She has Leo-syndrome: she commits enough to convince us she’s good. (Exhibit A: Erin Brockovich. And she won the damn Oscar, so it’s even more extreme than Leo’s Harold Hughes fiasco.) But I would still go see Julia Roberts movies and hope that she just might be good. Like when I saw Charlie Wilson’s War – the role is a ringer but the chops are a shrug. But it’s not her fault – she can’t be both adorable and a heavy-hitter… Few women embody such a balance, and we can’t all be Cate.
Rach is gonna be one of those, though, with Sherlock Holmes in her future. She is one of the minimal ranks of Hollywood actresses with more to offer us than prettiness. She’s got enough charisma to last me through at least five Nicholas Sparks adaptations. And now that I think about it, RDJ hasn’t really made it with a co-star since his recent surge to a level of undisputed glorification/obsession that rivals pre-campaign Obama love and post-nomination Palin coverage. Or is that just me? Now McAdams is gonna be the first official love interest. Well, unless it’s an Iron Man repeat, where there’s much respect and caring with the possibility of kissing, but no kissing, or, wait, maybe a little kissing? It sounds like it’ll be that cross-pollinated with Casino Royale. The hero’s not really a superman as much as a humanized womanizer who falls for his match. The untouchable spitfire. The Belle to his Beast. Wait, is Holmes a Saggitarius?
But more importantly, will she not be in the sequels then? Will she die just like the chick in Casino Royale to explain why Holmes is unable to commit? She’s just got to be in the sequels! Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself, it’s just that all this talk of Ghostbusters 3, Blade Runner 2, Spiderman 4, et al makes me prepare to stretch my interest across at least four potential revamps.
So anyway, 2010 is the year of McAdams. Get excited, girls and boys.