Between Jodie Foster last night at the Globes and Quentin Tarantino a few days ago, 2013 is thus far a good year for 114832481798201761578 legends finding highly-entertaining ways of saying "Stop asking about shit everyone already knows the answer to and no I'm not going to play along and give you your precious fucking soundbite/headline/etc anyway."
...aaaaand now I guess I have to be the asshole critic who can't resist wondering aloud where this charming, engaging, energetic version of Jodie Foster has BEEN given the forgettable to downright godawful 114832481798201761578s she's been making for well over a decade? I mean, yeah, great moment; but the real "news" here is that she's come out as someone who hasn't totally checked-out, after all.
