Listen, love, if you make a name for yourself as a Bond girl who dies lying naked slathered in goop; followed by stints as a saucy school girl in those St Trinian films; a random groupie in The Boat That Rocked; and glorified totty in Clash of the Titans and Prince of Persia, you are going to be seen as such by the viewing public at large. Yet here you are, well, getting a bit arsey about it:
"I'm looking at working with people I get on with, that respect me, that don't just see me as a piece of ass. Which I have experienced as well (*gasps* NEVER!). I've nearly walked off very big films before, and I would, because I don't want that in my life. I want to enjoy the work I do."
Gemma's current work of arse involves said arse hanging out of a pair of hot pants. Something she's none too happy about either, what with her grumbling to Q magazine: "There are pictures of me everywhere in those f***ing hot pants."
OK. You put on the hot pants for a role. The reason you put on the hot pants was because the marketing team required a gimmick to draw in the audience (ref Halle getting her berries out for the rather shoddy Swordfish). You got paid handsomely for it. If you weren't good looking or had a horrible hewp on you, the role would have gone to someone else. Deal with it. Or bugger off until your middle aged, then pull a Brenda Fricker.
Failing that, get someone to stick a prosthetic nose on you in the interim. Whatever, just keep a lid on it, 'cause you're currently treading the crap ourrah Megan Fox territory.
