If you’re not already in heavy girl-crush with Julie Delpy, this interview with GQ should take you there. Delpy stars with Ethan Hawke in the upcoming Before Midnight, the third of director Richard Linklater’s films about the fictional pair played by Hawke and Delpy.
The first, Before Sunrise (1995) found them meeting on a train and wandering around Vienna; the second, Before Sunset (2004), takes place nine years later, when they meet in Paris. In the latest another nine years has passed and the two are now married with two children and vacationing in Greece.
Delpy talked to GQ about going topless in the film, with her un-nip/tucked 40-year-old body:
Julie Delpy: I wanted it to be realistic! Sometimes I see films where people have sex with a bra on. I mean, what country do they come from? I don’t think I’ve ever had sex with a bra on in my life, except maybe once. It’s not the most comfortable thing to be acting topless. I’ve never actually showed my body that much, even though I’m a French actress. It was a big deal for me to do it. This movie isn’t fantasy. This is a film for people who can handle a pair of tits.
GQ: That should go on the movie poster.
Julie Delpy: Some people were like, “It’s not feminist. You’re showing your tits and he’s not showing his ass.” But I remember my mom in the seventies, and how all the fights for feminism were about being topless and not having to wear a bra at the beach. Isn’t it the people who are hiding women behind layers of clothes who are the misogynists? I’m a real person, so it’s a statement to say, “Alright, I’m a forty-year-old woman, and this is what you get with no plastic surgery. Not even plucking my eyebrows.”
Is your heart aflutter yet? But that is not even the best part; the best part comes earlier in the interview, when he asks her about the process of co-writing Before Midnight’s screenplay with Linklater and Hawke.
Julie Delpy: It’s important to check each other. I’m the barking dog in the room. I’m like, “Hey, that’s chauvinistic, you fuckers!” and they love it. It makes them laugh, you know? I’m such a feminist. But not in a wearing overalls and hating men kind of way. I love men. I was raised by feminists, so it’s digested. Why am I even justifying myself? I’m a feminist.
That last part is the clincher. You’re like, yes, unabashedly calling herself a feminist. Oh, okay, kind of stereotypical qualifier, but…oh, snap! She calls herself out on her own bullshit. 10,000 points. Go read the whole thing; her advise to men for picking up women on trains is stellar.