Scarlett Johansson, who poses scantily clad in the November issue of Esquire magazine, which bestowed upon her the prestigious dubious title of Sexiest Woman Alive, at least had the intelligence to question the merit of the title, saying "What about my brain? What about my heart? What about my kidneys and my gallbladder?" My point exactly, Scarlett, but the problem is that your words carry a tad less weight after you've just done a photo spread in which you play an "enigmatic trailer-park temptress." WTF? I didn't even know there was a subset of sexual fetishists devoted to lusting after "trailer park temptresses," much less that that target market reads Esquire. Who knew?

The thing is, although I like Johansson, and she's turned in some decent performances (I actually liked her best so far in Match Point, where she got to display more than one emotion), I think she still has a lot of room to grow as an actress. And, not that she has to go the route of playing ugly people ala Charlize Theron in order to be taken seriously, but there has to be some middle ground she can find that allows her to be an intelligent young woman who is taken seriously, and cast in smart roles that don't focus on her "sexy" factor. Somehow, though, I don't think the path to those roles (and more Oscar noms) lies along "Trailer Park Temptress" Highway. If you want us to admire you for your gallbladder, Scarlett, keep your clothes on and leave something to the imagination.

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