An Open Letter to Amy Adams

Dear Amy Adams,

I have been a low-level fan of yours since your appearance in Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby. You are possibly the most reliably adorable presence in movies today. You radiate integrity and an old-school sexiness that never looks put on or desperate. Everything about you communicates sincerity and intelligence.

Which leads me to wonder why you seem comfortable following Meg Ryan's career path, which will lead nowhere but obscurity when your cuteness stars "maturing". You can't play on adorability forever, and I know that you have serious acting chops that you're choosing not to flex by taking roles in chick-flick after chick-flick.

Your latest, Leap Year, looks to be nothing more than yawn-inducing formula. Your character is cursed with the usual slapstick clumsiness, and it appears that you fall for Matthew Goode over the course of a long drive because he has a sexy accent. I have no doubt that this movie will play to your "base", but at what cost to your long-term career? Sandra Bullock has been down this same road, and when was the last time you saw her in anything that anybody gave a shit about? (Yes, I know her latest movie is making money, but does anybody really care about it? I know I don't.)

You're a solid actress. You've got the killer combo of looks and talent. Please stop wasting it on this easy garbage. A look at your IMDB page shows that you've made four trifles in a row since your appearance in Doubt. That's way too many. I hope some of your upcoming films will change the direction your career is taking, Ms. Adams, or else in a few years I won't be able to consider myself a fan of your work, because it would be too embarrassing to admit.

Don't make me give up on you.

Sincerely,

Some weirdo on the Internet.