After the FBI got the nude pictures in the Follieri split, the Web debated her taste (or distaste) for anal sex and even Jimmy Kimmel's fire extinguisher got her all hormonally atwitter, it probably shouldn't have surprised us when Hathaway made trouble for her fellow nominees at Newsweek's annual Oscar roundtable. Yet her oneupsmanship with Frank Langella still came as something of a shock, if only because she had hardly sat down before falling into filthy default mode:

LANGELLA: Would you like to hear my most favorite line I have said onstage, after 75 plays?

HATHAWAY: Yes.

LANGELLA: "Suck my dick." I said it to Christine Baranski every night for four months, and I couldn't wait to say it. It was such a great line to say. [...]

HATHAWAY: I was thinking of a moment that involved a dick. It was Julie Christie in Shampoo, when she's having that conversation with a guy, and she's like, I'll give you anything you want. And she's so deliciously drunk, and she goes, "And I want to suck his cock." It's the greatest line reading. And Warren Beatty does this fantastic spit take. Frank, I have a really lame question. Is there anything that you remember thinking, I wish I knew this when I started acting?

A subject change! So unfair, especially, when Langella was probably just about to casually reply with regrets he had waited so long to get into kid vaccination and housebuilding. He's suave like that.

• Inside The Actors’ Studio [Newsweek]

· "It’s difficult to think of a director less-suited to take on the intricate, minutiae-obsessed writing of Peter Morgan than Howard — a director who, even in his finest films, has always been interested in the big picture first, with characters serving history rather than the other way round. [...] Leading with his impressive, booming approximation of the Nixon voice, Langella is allowed to actively chew scenery and the performance becomes increasingly detached from the overall work." — Guy Lodge, InContention [via Patrick Goldstein]

· "Sheen's impersonation of Frost starts with the classic tics: the head waggle, the nasal droning, the tiny soupçon of Brucie - but he soon sounds like ... well ... Tony Blair. [...] Nixon is a juicy part and Langella extracts every tasty drop.But the performance has no room to grow. Frost and Nixon have no 'real-world' encounters: it is like a boxing movie about two combatants who never meet outside the ring." — Peter Bradshaw, The Guardian

· "Although it all pays off in a potent and revelatory final act rife with insights into the psychology and calculations of power players, the initial stretch is rather dry and prosaic. Perhaps needlessly adopting a cinematic equivalent of the play's direct-to-audience address, Howard 'interviews' several of the characters, witness-style, about the events, which only serves to make the film feel somewhat choppy, half like a documentary at first. [...] It might even be that the film could have done without the talking heads altogether." — Todd McCarthy, Variety

All right, all right — fine. Let Grazer write this one off to Gigi and let's just move on to '09, already.