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Rabbit Hole, actor/producer Nicole Kidman

9 Responses to “Rabbit Hole, actor/producer Nicole Kidman”

  1. Enjoyed this very much. Especially interesting to hear her share about her choices that challenge her, and stretch her artistically.

  2. Highwayroller says:

    Whoa… Whoa. I am absolutely hypnotized. I mean, there’s a lot of fine actors in the world, but she is just a standout, she will fascinate people her whole carierre. Just look at this interview… Thank you very much.

  3. John says:

    She’s amazing. And brilliant.

  4. Glenn says:

    Amazing woman and an amazing interview.

  5. AJ says:

    Is it sad that I’ve been waiting for a Nicole Kidman interview to pop up here? Ugh, an hour and a half unbroken shot of this legend–heaven.

  6. Debra S says:

    Incredible interview. Nicole is simply fascinating. Such good things coming her way and she deserves it.

  7. Dan says:

    What a nice interview, David. Nicole seemed so open and engaged. I love listening to her because it’s like a breath of fresh air. She’s the most fascinating actress right now, indeed.

  8. Gab says:

    I love love love Nicole and this totally made my day. She is so honest and sweet, I can imagine how amazing it was interviewing her. Thanks for posting!

  9. movieman says:

    ….so I guess Nic IS in the new Sandler movie after all.
    Hooray!!!!
    I’m still trying to figure out why Sony has made it their mission to hide her in any of the film’s trailers. Hell, if I had Nicole Kidman in my new Adam Sandler/Jennifer Aniston comedy, I’d shout it from the mountaintop.

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