Jennifer Aniston and Nicole Kidman star together in Just Go With It (aka Not Another One Of Those Fucking Aniston Rom-Coms) and to promote that mess, the former interviewed the latter for Harper’s Bazaar. Jennifer starts the article with a little introduction:
I remember the first time I met Nicole Kidman. We were at a Golden Globes party in 2005 and—typical Hollywood story—we share an agent. I remember meeting this tall, beautiful woman who was there with her mom and dad. I was completely starstruck, while she was nothing but gracious. Nicole had just seen one of my rom-coms, as they call them, and was instantly kind and complimentary. I loved her immediately.
Close your mouth, Jen! I know Nicole Kidman has the complexion of your favorite Marie Osmond doll that gets prime real estate in your nursery, but break your boner and pull back! And then Jennifer started to ask Nicole questions. Instead of asking Nicole important questions like if she’s ever been styled by Suri or if she kept one of Tommy Girl’s prostate simulators as a souvenir, Jennifer asked the usual:
JA: I feel awkward getting into interviewer mode, but tell me about your life in Nashville with Keith [Urban] and Sunday Rose. How long have you now lived there?
NK: Five years.
JA: I was just down South in Georgia, and it was heaven to be away from all the irritation of the cameras and all that hubbub. Was moving to Nashville something that both you and Keith wanted to do?
NK: It was perfect timing, because I had nowhere to live. I was living out of suitcases when I met Keith. I suppose in the back of my mind I was waiting to meet somebody. And I wanted it to be that if that person didn’t live in New York or Los Angeles, I would be able to move. In the back of my head, I was thinking I may have to put my roots down somewhere. I was going to move to Oregon.
JA: Oregon? It’s gorgeous. I understand that absolutely.
NK: Yeah. I love living a ways away. That’s what I’ve worked for in my career, to not have to live in Los Angeles. So it was fortuitous that Keith happened to live in Tennessee. He brought me down to this place called Leipers Fork, just outside of Nashville, very lush and rural. I just went aaah. You know how you dream as a girl; I’m one of those people. I would meet a guy, then I would imagine myself married and with kids within the first hour. [Laughs] But it worked out.
JA: When you two first met, Keith said he saw you walk into the room and you just floated. Yes, I watched him on Oprah! Did you feel it as instantly as Keith felt it?
NK: I remember thinking, Oh, my God, if you ever gave me a man like that, I promise I would be completely devoted for the rest of my life. Something that wild. I remembered praying after I met him that I’d meet somebody, if not him, like him.
And after Jennifer asked Nicole which specific prayer and/or code words were used since she always gets a busy signal when she’s asking God to bring her a man, she continued with the question asking:
JA: On that note, I can’t wait to see you, whenever that is. Good luck and congratulations on Rabbit Hole.
NK: Thank you, my darling.
JA:You said when you won the Oscar for The Hours in 2003, it was such a lonely time for you.
NK: Yeah. It’s strange how life gives you the best and the worst. I was probably at my least happy when I won it. And I was single. It was a strange time….
JA: Do Isabella and Connor come down to Nashville a lot?
NK: No, they don’t. They’re not crazy about Nashville. They’re so grown up now. I mean, they’re adults.
JA: You are in such an amazing place now. What do you think you would tell your 20-year-old self?
NK: That you’re going to meet the love of your life. My whole thing, my whole thrust in life, was hoping I would.
Okay, Jennifer was doing her best Lois Lane until she got to the very last question. Why is it in almost every damn interview, Barbara Oprah Couric Sawyer Lauer has to ask the “What would you tell your 20-year-old self?” question. That question is the damn worst. I’d tell my 20-year-old self that if in the future somebody asks you THAT QUESTION, tell them to fuck off.