Nicole Kidman’s third act has a disco beat. Shame the rest of us can’t keep up

August 21, 2026 — 11:30am

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When we met at the races back in 2012, Nicole Kidman was fun. Happy to yack away with a random on Derby Day, she kept pulling $100 notes from a little envelope and plonking them on the nose. I liked her panache. No pussyfooting around, just backing her instincts.

Also, her heels were cracked like anyone’s are if they get around without shoes a lot. A weirdly cool move.

I’ve cheered Nic on in her post-divorce life, the trips with her daughters, the way she looks in a tailored Chanel jean, her apparent refusal to stew on things. Smart PR move, positioning herself as the unbowed gal shucking off heartbreak to write her own third act at 59.

But Nicole’s latest outing on the cover of UK Vogue has put me off a bit. Loved the styling – rugby jumper, sunnies on 1980s beauty queen hair – but inside, ah, Nic.

Her tales of what she’s been up to this northern summer, including hot nights in Ibiza, Spain, come close to what an early 2000s radio segment used to call........

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