I've tried unsuccessfully again and again to imagine kissing her...but, oddly, memories of my grandpa's 1947 Buick Roadmaster, with that gawdy grillework of vertical chrome bars, in a gleaming grimace of arrogance or constipation...maybe both. Granted, she may be a decent actor, but since the tabloids bring their f-d up lives right to my morning bagel, I reserve the right to vary from an artistic rendition of criticism. By the way, Tom Cruise is allegedly a good actor, too.
