But her role in that film — as the saucy, pants-averse Marian Wyman — was also a clue. The argument? That Moore had potentially kissed another man. In her unprecedented two-decade run of cinematic cuckoldry, Moore has demonstrated true straying power, cheating on men and women, on the elderly and with twentysomethings. At this point, her very presence in a movie alerts us to an unstable sexuality lurking just below the surface — or at least at the bottom of that extra glass of Chardonnay.