Dunn was furious!
Natalie's explicit rap was just the spark—he was really upset about her public image.
In every industry, top-tier folks are prime targets for jealousy and smear campaigns, especially in the messy world of entertainment.
Hollywood's big stars, particularly the women, often get dragged through the mud in outrageous ways!
Take Angelina Jolie—she was a troubled teen, cut ties with her dad, tried all sorts of drugs, and even dated someone with the same last name. Her life was a mess, sure, but the media took it to a whole new level of shamelessness by claiming she hooked up with her own brother.
The truth? She and her brother were close because after she ran away from home and lost financial support, he quietly stepped in to help. Later, when her image started turning positive, he was the one handling the PR. But for the sake of a juicy headline, tabloids spun it into some scandalous sibling romance—absolutely disgusting.
Then there's Gwyneth Paltrow. She liked putting makeup on her kids when they went out, but somehow that turned into rumors of "Paltrow giving her five-month-old daughter two plastic surgeries!"
The kicker? Some people actually believed that nonsense!
Pop queens like Madonna and "Sweetie" Britney Spears? No surprise there—their wild lifestyles were already a mess, and once the media exaggerated it, things got so out of hand you couldn't even look at it straight.
In his past life, Natalie took the "good girl" route. Forget stripping—she wouldn't even show a hint of cleavage. She was so conservative, she barely seemed like a Hollywood star. Yet, against all odds, she crushed it in both artsy films and blockbusters.
People who stand out too much? They're easy targets.
To grab attention, sell copies, and feed the twisted expectations of some dark-minded folks, gossip rags dug deep. With Natalie, they latched onto her "dirty rap" and the "dance double drama."
The dirty rap thing came from when she was promoting V for Vendetta. She let loose with a wild, screaming rant on a talk show—her first time shattering that goddess image, and she did it to herself.
In the U.S., that kind of humor barely raises an eyebrow.
But overseas, especially in places where info's scarce, people took the lyrics way too seriously. They trashed her, assuming her college years were a total trainwreck.
Reality check? Harvard invited her to speak at their graduation—she's a model alum!
The "dance double incident" was a different beast. When it blew up, it caused a real stir in the States.
Natalie was huge back then, and fans knew she often used stand-ins. She had two just for nude scenes!
In her movies, any risqué shots were always close-ups of body parts or back-and-side angles—never the full-frontal stuff that hits harder—because it wasn't her in those shots, it was a double.
The "dance double drama" kicked off with Black Swan. Her dance stand-in, Sarah Lane, got mad about the studio's PR and took to social media to blast them.
Sarah argued they shouldn't hype Natalie so much—she deserved the spotlight since she did most of the fancy dance moves, not Natalie.
Hilarious, right? No movie ever markets the stand-in as the star.
A double wanting A-list treatment?
Let's be real—she saw Black Swan blow up, got jealous that no one cared about her, and tried to grab some fame.
It was an insult to Hollywood's intelligence.
Once it hit the news, the story exploded. Gossip mags and tabloids jumped in, accusing Natalie of hogging credit, screwing over the little guy, and lying about doing 90% of the dancing herself.
Luckily, Black Swan was a masterpiece, and Natalie's performance was mind-blowing. The controversy? It got huge!
Big-name outlets stepped in, investigated, and quickly set the record straight.
The New York Times, The Hollywood Reporter, Wikipedia, even a dance magazine Sarah used to work for—they all laid out the facts and shut it down fast.
Natalie swept the awards season with Black Swan, snagging over 20 best actress trophies, including the Golden Globe, Oscar, and BAFTA. She became Hollywood's first post-80s Oscar-winning actress.
Even so, the "dance double thing" still gets dredged up. Shady media and clueless fans cling to the early tabloid rumors, ignoring the legit clarifications from trusted sources and the praise she gets from verified industry pros on Quora.
It's like how some science-illiterate folks bash Edison to prop up Tesla—you can't wake someone pretending to sleep, let alone a corpse.
In this life, Natalie Portman is Dunn's girlfriend. He'd hoped to use his influence to shield her from trouble—maybe even stop her from doing V for Vendetta, shaving her head, or rapping.
But nope. While promoting Juno, she went wild.
"Where's my phone?" Dunn growled, barely holding back his anger.
Scarlett flinched, grabbing his phone from the couch. "Dunn, don't get mad," she said softly. "Don't fight over it—it's just a song."
"Just a song? Hmph, that girl's really trying to fly too high!"
Dunn was frustrated, almost disappointed. He took the phone, and as if they were on the same wavelength, Natalie called him right then.
"Did you hear my song? You totally did, right?" Her voice was buzzing with excitement.
Dunn frowned, his tone heavy. "Nat, you should've talked to me first!"
"Huh?" Natalie paused, her joy fizzling out. "You… you're mad?"
He clenched his jaw but couldn't bring himself to snap. With a sigh, he said, "Honey, you shouldn't have done that. It'll tank your image—people will get the wrong idea."
Natalie pouted. "But… I think the pros outweigh the cons."
"Hmm?"
"I'm a movie actress, right? But everyone sees me as this goody-two-shoes. That narrow image seriously limits my roles! Juno's about a rebellious teen—it's got some edgy stuff. If I stick to the good-girl vibe, audiences won't buy it, and that'll hurt the box office."
Dunn's brow darkened. "Whose idea was this? Damn it, it's just a movie—do I look like I'm strapped for cash?"
Natalie giggled, teasing him. "Oh, come on, you're overthinking it again. No one told me to do it. Everyone at Rose Films knows I'm your girl—who'd dare mess with me? I wanted this. You might not care about the box office, but this is my job. Fighting for a film's success is what actors do."
Dunn sighed. "You still shouldn't have kept it from me."
"I wanted to surprise you! Who knew you'd be so… so uptight about it?" She huffed playfully. "Sometimes you're wild as hell, other times you're shockingly square. My fault, huh?"
"I thought you'd sing some pop tune," Dunn said, exasperated. "Not a filthy rap! Nat, you scared the crap out of me!"
She whined, "I'm not a pro singer—rapping's the best I can do!"
"But those lyrics? 'Lick you down there'? You seriously said that out loud?"
"I wrote the lyrics! That line? I got it from you! Didn't you catch my word choice? It's 'dick,' not 'pussy.' Hmph, don't act innocent—I know the filthy stuff you say when you're fooling around with those girls!"
"Cough, cough… don't make stuff up!" Dunn shot a glance at Scarlett, his face heating up. "Anyway, I say that in private—you did it on national TV! No shame?"
"I'm just trying to break my own mental barriers," she said confidently. But she could hear the frustration he was holding back, so she softened. "Okay, fine, I messed up this time. Next time, I'll totally run it by you!"
"Hmph! Next time?"
"No, no next time! Chill, don't be mad. You've got a few girls at home—go blow off some steam with them! Haha, let them 'lick you down there'!"
Dunn's eyes lit up, his mood finally lifting.
Maybe Natalie doing this bold rap wasn't all bad.
Like she said, it broke some mental barriers!
He pulled Scarlett closer, grinning. "Oh, by the way, I met a new girl—Scarlett Johansson. She's Jewish too. I think you two could hit it off."
"Oh." Natalie's reply was calm, like it was no big deal. "Actress or model?"
"Actress. A damn good one."
"She moved in?"
"Yup." Dunn chuckled, winking at Scarlett. "How about Christmas? Skip New York—come to LA with me. I'll introduce you."
Natalie hesitated. "I'll try."
"No trying! You're coming—I'll send a plane!" Dunn's tone left no room for argument. "We're not done talking about today. That dirty rap? It freaked me out—way too much!"
"Huh? Is that necessary?"
"Damn right it is!" He barked with authority, then softened. "Be good and come over. I've got a gift for you."
"What gift?"
"Surprise! Top secret!"
She giggled. "It's not another dirty rap, is it?"
"Get lost!"