There was a time when I adored Scarlett Johansson. Actually, I still adore her—but her overachieving is starting to drive me nuts. Call it a case of Failed Potential Syndrome, but I’m getting sick of her making myself and, oh, every other woman in the world look like chopped liver. In addition to being a big ol’ movie star, a songstress with two albums under her belt, a model with multiple ad campaigns, a shoe designer, the wife of Ryan Reynolds and the woman who won the accolade “Sexiest Woman Alive,” there’s one more arena Scarlett is dipping her toes into. In December, she’ll be making her Broadway debut, starring in Arthur Miller’s classic “A View From the Bridge,” opposite Liev Schreiber. In the play, she’ll be a 17-year-old whose older cousin (Schreiber) is obsessed with her, and when she falls for another guy goes looney tunes. People are predicting that the 14-week run will sell out in minutes. So, Scarlett, what’s next? Want to write a book or 20? And produce and direct? Or do a hard-hitting reality TV series a la Jessica Simpson’s the “Price of Beauty.” Or you could run for office. Wouldn’t want to turn 25 without ruling the world first. Bitch. [Broadway Buzz]
