If some future laboratory of genetic engineers were to manufacture the ultimate femanoid, the result of their efforts would probably bear a close resemblance to Chloë Grace Moretz.
When the 17-year-old actress bounds into the Beverly Hills coffee shop where we’ve agreed to meet, she’s tiny and toned, with buttery blonde hair, pert little nose, and a smile that’s cuter than a puppy cuddling a bunny in a basket full of kittens. You look at Moretz and think: our species really can’t do much better than this. The day she was born, the evolutionary gods must have lit up a few cigars and decided to take the next 10,000 years off.
It’s jarring, then, when this former child star (Hugo, Diary of a Wimpy Kid)