erica is so far gone, we have to go to Australia to find a girl next door. In case you’ve missed it, her name is Margot Robbie. She is 26 and beautiful, not in that otherworldly, catwalk way but in a minor knock-around key, a blue mood, a slow dance. She is blonde but dark at the roots. She is tall but only with the help of certain shoes. She can be sexy and composed even while naked but only in character. As I said, she is from Australia. To understand her, you should think about what that means. Australia is America 50 years ago, sunny and slow, a throwback, which is why you go there for throwback people. They still live and die with the plot turns of soap operas in Melbourne and Perth, still dwell in a single mass market in Adelaide and Sydney. In the morning, they watch Australia’s Today show. In other words, it’s just like America, only different. When everyone here is awake, everyone there is asleep, which makes it a perfect perch from which to study our customs, habits, accents. An ambitious Australian actor views Hollywood the way the Martians view Earth at the beginning of The War of the Worlds. Which was Robbie. Auditioning and acting and studying from afar as she waited for the perfect moment, the perfect wave, which she rode from the beach in front of her town on the Australian coast all the way to the billboards along Sunset Boulevard, where her face is blown up to monstrous size in an effort to sell not one but two summer blockbusters: The Legend of Tarzan, a new take on the classic, co-starring Alexander Skarsgård, and Suicide Squad, a Batman offshoot co-starring Jared Leto and Will Smith, in which Robbie plays the Joker’s sidekick, fan favorite Harley Quinn.