Remember back in 2001, when Hudson looked like a lock for a Best Supporting Actress Oscar? And, from there, the complete, head-to-toe Paltrowsization of her career? The Vogue covers, the prestige biopics, the adoption as muse to various sunglass-wearing European designers? She had the same sunny blonde hair and excellent bloodlines as Gwyneth, but was also infused with a lovable daffiness, inherited from her mother, Goldie Hawn. Sure, she lost the Oscar to surprise winner Marcia Gay Harden, but so what? A minor setback, that’s all! A distraction! The machinery was all set up! We could have…it was only…and then it… Whaa happened?
Is there really a use for Kate Hudson in Hollywood? Or rather, do we need another Goldie Hawn? It’s not as if Hawn’s retired from the biz and left a gaping void where cute was. Like Lorraine Bracco, Hudson is an actress without feck who was lucky enough to have a good director mold her best – and subsequently only worthwhile – performance (Bracco’s was in Scorcese’s GoodFellas, of course; Hudson’s in Crowe’s Almost Famous) and fooled the public into thinking “once great, must still be.” The Man from F.U.N.K.L.E. over at FameTracker.com is a little kinder in his Fame Audit (“The Celebrity’s Worst Fear”) of Hudson. He believes she’s cute.