Cameron Diaz is the most underrated actress of our time

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Living for the Cameron Diaz moment

The moment I wake up, before I put on my makeup, I say a little prayer.

I move to the edge of the bed in the charming British cottage I traded a house for and kneel. I grab my rosary and say four Hail Something About Marys. I look up to the Lord in the great vanilla sky. He is the advisor. My cat comes in and I say, “Good morning, Charlie.” That’s his name.

Then I gather all the orphans I raise and go to church where we take the bread and drink the wine. (Avaline, of course.) Back home, I look in the mirror and repeat my daily affirmation: “Your penis is a Cadillac.” Then I transform back from an ogre to the princess I am and start my day.

This is my morning ritual. I did it habitually for 2,762 days. It’s been that many days since Cameron Diaz has appeared in a movie.

The fact that this exquisite star’s last film was the remake of annie is something that has haunted me since 2014 when the film came out. So I rejoiced as if I’d been in heaven and seen God himself when news broke from the industry’s most reputable source — Jamie Foxx’s Twitter account — that Diaz is “not retiring” and apparently with him a Netflix film will begin production later this year.

Listen, Jamie Foxx is something to deal with – God gives and He takes – if it means Cameron Diaz, the most underrated actress of our time, returning to acting. You don’t know what you have until it’s gone.

Once when I was an icebreaker attending a conference call with a group of entertainment journalists, we were asked to give our “hottest take” on pop culture. Mine was that Cameron Diaz should have at least four Oscar nominations and probably a win. They all gasped. The reception was searing! Then I had to defend myself. The facts were undeniable. In the end everyone agreed. I am an evangelist.

She undeniably should have been nominated My best friend’s wedding, there’s something about Mary being John Malkovich and In her shoes. And there are the two instances when, in my opinion, she came the closest to an Oscar nod and didn’t get her: vanilla heaven and Criminal Organizations of New York. I would nod for that too. (And this victory? My best friend’s wedding. My apologies to Kim Basinger, but that was a perfect performance.)


There’s a weird reason we’re picky about which movie stars who make big, sometimes silly (though sometimes great!) movies we also respect and give them credit for their acting. Oh, duh, it’s sexism.

Diaz has the kind of screen magnetism that justified her career and fame. It’s an incredible ability to transport blockbuster action, raunchy comedy, tearjerkers, and my most cherished film genre: films that are perfect for watching on airplanes. (Shout to mine The other women Hive!) But the way she can be both demure and strong, a quirky weirdo and the coolest girl in the room, grotesque and sexy, buttoned-up and gross, and darting between those dichotomies so easily is almost unrivalled.

Time has done its reputation good; Especially in her absence, her greatest achievements were recognized with greater appreciation. I have no idea if her Netflix movie starring Jamie Foxx will be crappy/how crappy it’s bound to be. But I will press play on opening night with the spiritual ecstasy of a Catholic who can see the Pope performing a Mass. Welcome to my church. The Church of Diaz.

The hottest (literally) movie you’ll see this summer

This summer you can see a dazzling Marvel movie, Thor: Love and Thunder. You can see nope, the horror thriller directed by Jordan Peele and the trailer I watch twice a day because it’s so good. You, like me, can have a regular Friday night date at your local movie theater to see it Top Gun: Maverick again.

But none of these films can hold a candle to the most visually stunning, coolest, and frankly badass film coming out this summer: the National Geographic documentary fire of love.


Courtesy of the Sundance Institute

fire of love is about a couple who fell in love and then died on a volcano. In 1991, Katia and Maurice Krafft were killed in an explosion on Mount Unzen in Japan. But before that, they had a groundbreaking, incredibly romantic career as volcanologists, capturing some of the most incredible — and obviously dangerous — images of spewing volcanoes and flowing lava I’ve ever seen. Her own video documentation forms the core of Sara Dosas fire of lovean amazing feat considering how many technological advances there have been in the 30 years since her death.

I think it’s a little masturbatory to highlight and point out your previous work, but I’ve just spent hundreds of words in this newsletter talking about Ryan Gosling photos, so masturbation is a topic. And so I ask you to read my review fire of love from its premiere at Sundance. It’s a film that deserves everyone’s attention.

The reality TV fix we all need

We are entering a harrowing time of disengagement as a country. There won’t be any for a week Under deck to see episode.

I stock the bomb shelter, buy Costco with toilet paper, and fill my bathtub with water—all the things my parents taught me to get through an emergency. What to do at a time (again a week) when Bravo has left us so abandoned, so alone, so vulnerable? The answer is clock Real Housewives Ultimate Girls Trip: Ex-Wives Club.


The Peacock series, which has aired four episodes, gives me everything I need: a panic attack every time Dorinda Medley or Brandi Glanville starts to speak, a laugh when Phaedra Parks comes on screen, a Crushing Queen Eva Marcille and a recognition that Jill Zarin is here right now.

It’s the perfect kind of reality TV: folks who are pros at the genre, endless one-liners, absolute once-a-night drunken mayhem, and then — and this is important — denouement. It’s just the distraction we need to tide us over until we can set sail again. (Below Deck: Med Premieres July 11th!)

I need some time to digest this

This message was sent to me by *seven* different people, which is a truth about myself. I anticipate that my four therapy sessions will be dedicated to working through.

What to watch this week:

fire of love: It really is as good as I said. (Wednesday at the cinema)

Minions: The Rise of Gru: I’m renaming myself as Minions Stan. (Fr. in the cinema)

What to skip this week:

The terminal list: Worst Chris! Bad series! (Fr. on Amazon)

The princess: Sorry, but this movie is absolutely bananas. (Fr. on Hulu)

stranger things: Why only two episodes? And why are they so long? (Fri. on Netflix)

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