The Moore, the Merrier?

Julianne Moore has the reputation of being nice, and not in the Hollywood sense of being sickeningly sweet to the people who matter and ignoring everyone else. So who is this woman in the Manhattan hotel suite that's screaming bloody murder? Moore has just hung up from a phone interview with a journalist and is ‑- there's no other phrase for it ‑- going off. The stupid questions, the clichés, the inanity of the whole thing. She's got better things to do with her time, and this isn't just some diva act, because there's nobody in the room watching her. Her next interview is standing outside the door, listening... terrified.

There are a few moments of silence and then she opens the door. Moore is back to being composed and patient. She gets herself comfortable on the couch, which is easy, because she's not in red-carpet attire but is wearing cropped jeans and a wispy aqua-tinged top. It's an outfit a downtown working mom might wear to the office, and that's just what she is today, having popped up from her loft in Tribeca for a few "meetings," while her husband, director Bart Freundlich, is in charge of their two kids, Cal, seven, and Liv, three.