I mean, obviously. Who could forget that iconic photo of Audrey Hepburn in a white bikini pulling a cheesecake pose on the beach? What’s that? That never happened?
Margot Robbie recently did an interview with Vanity Fair to promote The Legend of Tarzan and Suicide Squad. Margot was interviewed by Rich Cohen, one of the co-creators of HBO’s now-dead Vinyl, and as if you couldn’t already tell by the word “SEXY” hovering just above her ass, Rich Cohen wants you to know Margot Robbie is very sexy. She’s also very beautiful. And she’s the next Audrey Hepburn. She’s also America’s girl-next-door, despite the fact that she’s from Australia (or “throwback America“, as Rich calls it). Get out an extra-large roll of super absorbency paper towels, because Vanity Fair does a lot of slobbering over Margot Robbie.
Let’s start with the Australia thing first. Margot Robbie is from Australia, which according to Rich Cohen, is like America, but 50 years ago. He also opens with the statement that “America is so far gone, we have to go to Australia to find a girl next door.” Somewhere, Taylor Swift is using the pointy tip of a miniature American flag to furiously scratch “Rich Cohen is a nasty skank bitch” into her Burn Book.
But enough about Australia, let’s move on to how gorgeous Margot Robbie is. We don’t learn a whole lot about Margot Robbie the actress. But we do learn that when she first arrived for their interview, she “wandered through the room like a second-semester freshman.” I didn’t know Tyga got a job moonlighting as a writer for Vanity Fair? Eventually we get to that Audrey Hepburn part. It all started after Vanity Fair brought up a quote given to Rich Cohen by the late Jerry Weintraub, who was a producer on Tarzan. You can go ahead and tell IKEA to recall all their black and white pre-framed pictures of Audrey Hepburn, because there’s a new Hollywood icon college girls will be obsessed with.
“When I think of Margot Robbie, a single word comes to mind: Audrey Hepburn.” In comparing Robbie to the classic movie stars, Jerry Weintraub meant that she is big-time, bankable, elegant. From another place, another time. In her, Jerry may have seen a kind of lost purity, what we’ve given up for the excitement of a crass, freewheeling, sex-saturated culture.
If you were hoping this interview would have more stories about the gross gifts Jared Leto gave to Margot Robbie on the set of Suicide Squad, like an update on that rat, you’re going to have to look elsewhere. Since Vanity Fair was all about going back in time during this interview with Margot, they went back in time to three years ago to talk about her sex scene from The Wolf of Wall Street. Oh, and Vanity Fair managed to remind you one more time that Margot is the new Audrey.
“I hadn’t done a proper sex scene before. I’d done scenes where it’s leading into sex or sex has just finished, but I hadn’t done a start-to-finish sex scene like I did in Wolf. That was my first.”
“Is there any way to prepare?”
“No. Tons of people are watching you.”
“Were you worried you were not going to be able to do it?”
“There isn’t an option. It’s just like, This is what you need to do – get on with it. The sooner you do it, the sooner you can stop doing it.”
“It just seems very awkward.”
“It’s so awkward.”
We sat for a moment in silence. She was thinking of something; I was thinking of something else. Then she stood, said good-bye, and went to see a friend across the room. Jerry was right. She looked just like Audrey Hepburn going away.
I know magazine interviews with famous people are usually beyond flattering, and I wasn’t expecting Vanity Fair to be all “She chewed loudly and I’m pretty sure she farted at the table.” But damn if they didn’t lean in hard to that Audrey Hepburn/so beautiful angle. Which still makes no goddamn sense for two very obvious reasons. One, Margot Robbie looks NOTHING LIKE Audrey Hepburn. Two, we already have this generation’s Audrey Hepburn, and her name is Jennifer Love Hewitt.
Here’s more of Margot Robbie giving you 1998 Victoria’s Secret airbrushed catalogue realness in Vanity Fair.
Pics: Patrick Demarchelier for Vanity Fair