Julia gets a mention in today's London Telegraph newspaper magazine in an article about British actors and the affect Hollywood has had on them. It's by Maria Alvarez who wrote a good article about Julia this time last year. As there is a serious lack of news (as usual) I have included it here.

From here to LA

Brit celebs arrive in LA looking for career miracles rather like Alice landing on the other side of the looking glass. Wide-eyed with wonder, they hit this crazy world of Tequila sunrise skies and bizarre rules - where two-hour dawn workouts are the norm, yet walking is verboten. Ugliness is tantamount to a mortal sin but lying, as in hype, is written into the constitution.

In fact, living in LA LA Iand is exactly like being on Lewis Carroll's chessboard. Agents bustle around etenally late for endless meetings, imperious movie queens ask for impossible salaries, their contracts filled with unreasonable demands for a Roman army of dieticians and hairdressers. Their overriding aim is to avoid being a pawn in life.

So the first rule of LA is the makeover, since those hoping to retain their right to bad hair days are destined for etemal pawndom or worse, ignominious exile. The second is a suspension of disbelief. Which should be a clinch to most actors, who trade in the stuff. But no, some, whether through sheer bad luck or an over-sensitive natture, end up running for ever on the same spot, deluded by the treacherous winds of hype, into thinking that they are actually Going Somewhere. Take the case of the talented Julia Ormond. After being wildly trumpeted all it took was one flop and then, off with her crown.

However a plucky gang, including Kate Beckinale and Minnie Driver, manage to trot back and forth between the two worlds relatively unscathed. With their discreet successes and Ralph Lauren dresses in tow, they are all the better for their glam repackaging. While the lucky few - such as Catherine Zeta-Jones and Gary Oldman arrive, conquer and do just as they please.

Meanwhile, failures can console themselves with their true Brit individuality and point to the expats who have gone gaga in LA LA land, such as the perma-tanned Rod Stewart, who seems incapable of seeing the world tluough anything other than blonde highlights.

There's also this small picture with the following caption:

"In 1995 Julia Ormond was hailed by Hollywood as the next Audrey Hepburn but, as is often the fate of those bestowed with greatness before proving their worth, she hasn't quite lived up to these expectations."

I guess until Julia makes some new films we will be stuck with articles looking to the past rather than the future.