With the release of Iron Man, Gwyneth Paltrow seeks to revamp her image from that of a dowdy stay-at-home mummy to the sexy, desirable Hollywood actress that she once was. Remember, though… she’s no longer a lowly American.

For all her snobbish behavior, GPal maintains that her aloofness (translation: high bitch factor) is due to her alleged lack of self-confidence.

People came over to watch me in the film Emma and I was like: Oh. My. God. I’m the worst actress ever. The next day, I was filming Shakespeare In Love entrenched in the idea I was unwatchably bad.

C’mon. We all know this does nothing to excuse GPal’s habitual name-dropping and anti-American sentiments, which she tried to dismiss as rubbish, but we knew better. Her PR people should know that this crap and a few weeks of wearing seven-inch heels won’t solve the problem of their client’s verbal diarrhea. (Note to GPal: This situation isn’t helped by the fact that you just snubbed your own party.)

It’s awfully convenient that GPal is attempting to tweak public perception in light of the pending release of Iron Man. In a few years, she’ll do an interview that slams the film as part of her “shite” category of work, which she has already admitted about those Estée Lauder adverts as well as the following:

Shallow Hal, the Farrelly brothers film, and “this terrible movie called View From the Top that Harvey Weinstein talked me into doing.”

What an ungrateful bitch. She should be grateful to have such work, not to mention that meaningless gift of an Oscar award. Hell, other than the virtually guaranteed success of Jon Favreau’s Iron Man, GPal’s films have seriously tanked over the past five years. If she isn’t exactly a box-office draw these days, why do studios continue to hire her?