Skyfall's Naomie Harris and Bérénice Marlohe Are "Bond Beasts," Not Bond Girls
|Bérénice Marlohe in Skyfall.|
That she was. We recently chatted with current James Bond vixens Naomie Harris and Marlohe in a Miami hotel room, giving them a much deserved break from being ravaged by handsome, sophisticated hunks. Our goal: find out what a Bond Woman really is.
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Marlohe is a Franco-Cambodian beauty making her Hollywood debut in the very same series she used to watch on television as a teenager in France. She offers eager reporters the following description of a leading woman in a James Bond film:
"When I think about the Bond girl, I think about a creature which is a bit of the male, a bit of the female, a bit of the animal, and a bit of an alien. This is what I love to work from in general, but when I think about a James Bond girl, this is what attracts me and what gives me my inspiration."
But, Bérénice Marlohe, we ask, aren't you really a Bond Woman, not a Bond Girl?
"Well, yes. [Director Sam Mendes] called me a Bond Lady and I had people saying, 'What is this? You are calling yourself a Bond Lady?' And I didn't say anything. But, Bond Lady is quite poetic and elegant and why not? Bond Lady, Bond Girl, Bond Woman, I would love Bond Beast. It would be even better. Rrrrrrrrr!!!"
Marlohe plays Severine, the kind of femme fatale who matches her eye shadow to her pistol grip. She's not just a sex object in the film but a woman of many talents. For example, there's a memorable scene in which she balances a glass of Scotch on her head. There's something about Marlohe's grace in doing so that suggests this isn't the first thing she has balanced on her head. So what else has there been?
"During sex?" she asks in a way that makes nearly everyone in the room glad that there is a table separating the two of us. That's not what we were asking but, okay, let's start there.
"On my head. Hmmmm? Let me think," she says. And here she seems genuinely stymied. It has been a long day although the bounce of her hair indicates there have been few things balanced on it thus far. So we offer to suggest items and she can tell us if she has ever balanced them on her head before.
Grateful, she replies, "Yes, please."
"Watermelon? No, unfortunately."
Perhaps a small tricycle then.
"Absolutely! Why did I forget this one? Yesterday, in my bedroom."
Again, not what we were asking. But with that in mind, what about another person?
"Oh, I would love to," she says, and from within the wide smears of her ashen eye makeup there is a magma-like glow. "But yes, I have to find someone not too tall, not too..."
Her voice trails off as she looks around the room for just the right person but cannot find him or her. This is a woman who clearly understands the limits of her own balance.
"Natural talent, man."