Olivia Wilde is a stunning beauty. She’s also a talented actress that I’ve admired for many years. Her work in Drinking Buddies is quite good; I recommend it. Anyway, in the upcoming Paul Haggis film Third Person, Wilde plays Anna, a writer.

According to GQ’s Tom Carson, this is simply unacceptable. Because Olivia Wilde is beautiful with a superb ass (apparently). And beautiful women are, well, not smart.

Yet the fantasy hasn’t totally lost its shlock-Hemingway appeal, and Neeson and Wilde get up to some believably wayward antics: games, one-upmanship, the kind of desire for each other that comes from old acquaintance rather than novelty. She’s supposed to be a writer too, but your belief in that won’t outlast Wilde scampering naked through hotel corridors once Neeson playfully locks her out of his room. With that tush, who’d need to be literate? Who’d want to?

“With a tush like that, who’d need to be literate?” This is how you write like an asshole: take a talented and beautiful actress, and reduce her work to a single body part.

For her part, Olivia Wilde has taken this review in classy stride.