It's a common complaint among the beautiful women of Hollywood -- they're not taken seriously and not given access to the meatiest parts (you don't even know the restraint it is taking not to make an "access to the meatiest parts" joke here). If I looked like Jessica Biel, I would be more than happy with that alone. I wouldn't need Academy Awards or critical adulation, I'd just need a mirror to gaze upon my incredible hotness. I'd probably never leave the house. Biel talks to Elle for their June issue (no, I wasn't reading Elle -- the article was quoted online), saying "Parts that I really want aren't going to me. Like The Other Boleyn Girl with Scarlett Johannson and Natalie Portman. I don't want to say there's nothing I love that I can't have. But there's still the occasional script that the director doesn't want to see you for. They want that top tier of girls."
I'll admit I've had a somewhat unseemly fixation on Biel since The Rules of Attraction, but when you get past the blinding attractiveness, she is a pretty decent actress. People don't put her with the Portmans and the Johannsons simply because she hasn't really had a chance to prove herself yet. I, like most of the world, didn't see her dramatic turn in Home of the Brave, but I thought she held her own quite nicely in The Illusionist. She's certainly as talented (and a lot less annoying) than a Kirsten Dunst. Biel is in theaters now with Nicolas Cage in Next, and she will be on the big screen again in this summer's I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry. If she wants to take the focus off her looks, she probably shouldn't have done the underwear scene in that one. Clips of it in the trailer made me feel like a 13 year-old boy again.