The Nanny Diaries

If you’re a man, the sell here is this:

You get to see it-girl Scarlett Johannson as a vulnerable, insecure, impoverished darling taking joy in her maternal instincts in spite of herself. In other words, you get to imagine that the most unattainable It-Girl superstar of our day, who is already so rich that she could probably have you killed for her amusement if she so desired, is actually coltishly unaware of her sexuality, focused mainly on taking care of a child, and on a quest for a man who can provide for her. And you’re the guy in the Harvard t-shirt, who, it’s implied in the trailer, not only gets to fuck Scarlett, but whose interest she clings to as her only escape from her quasi-Cinderella like existence.

If you’re a woman, the sell here is this:

You get to see the most unattainable It-Girl superstar of our day, who is already so
rich that she could probably have you killed for her amusement if she
so desired, coltishly unaware of her sexuality, focused mainly on taking care of a child, and on a quest for a man who can provide for her. And you get to tell yourself that Scarlett is a mortal woman with real problems like yours, not a sex goddess who probably sleeps on a bed more expensive than your car, and you also get to imagine that during your most awkward moments, you actually comport yourself with the same easy grace that she does. And you get to imagine fucking the guy in the Harvard t-shirt.

If you’re gay, you’re not in the target audience, and you’re not really expected to even see it, although there is a faint hope that you’ll see it anyway because of the diva stuff with Laura Linney.

The Nanny Diaries Trailer