She's been blowing our minds for years, but with scene-stealing roles in two of the year's biggest movies, Hollywood is taking notice of our best kept secret.

This feature originally appeared in Complex's April/May 2010 issue. 

Everytime you think ill of Olivia Munn, a baby unicorn gets cancer. Seriously. Whose heart so brims with scorn and tar that they can't find love for our favorite actress/G4 host/fanboy crush? She's beautiful and hilarious. She's in Iron Man 2 and Date Night. She once jumped into a vat-sized pie to demonstrate her admiration of the delicious dessert. And she did it in a French maid costume. Clearly she's a good person.

And it's not just that thing where dudes want to bag her because she can arch her back provocatively in photographs. Every day there's a new gaggle of glittery girls storming the Hollywood gates who can do that. With Olivia, it's something else. A lot of something elses, actually. Even the ladies dig her, and we all know that chicks are haters. Shit, I'm a hater and I can't hate. She successfully straddles small and big screens, is equally at home in Tinsel Town or at Comic-Con, and is not only willing to shake the hands of a million clammy fans during flu season but is actually happy to oblige. Despite an exhausting schedule, whether you're famous or not, she'll bust her ass to hear you laugh. It's an irresistible combination that makes you want to root for her. And it's why we're giving this 29-year-old Oklahoma native her second Complex cover: You just feel like she deserves it. So the growing, enthusiastic ranks of Team Munn (which includes some guy named Robert Downey, Jr.—no big deal or anything) are stoked that it's this rising star's day in the sun. And you should be, too. Because baby unicorn cancer is inoperable.

 

Now there are pictures of me walking out of the pleasure chest with a bag overflowing with condoms.

 

You're in two gigantic movies this year. Let's talk about Iron Man 2 first because it's fucking Iron Man 2.
Actually, they just gave me another role in the film. I had to reshoot all of my scenes.

Wait, didn't they start filming like last year or something?
Yeah, but as they started to edit they realized it was becoming darker than what they'd expected and what my scenes had allowed for. My parts were lighthearted and comedic.

Yikes.
Jon Favreau called and was like, "I've got good news and bad news: This is what's happening in editing but we all really like you." Marvel and Jon had to add another character from the Marvel universe to keep me included.

I need details! Tell us anything about the old or new role.
I can't talk specifics because it's Iron Man 2! But when they call, you say, "OK, I'm there. What do you need?" You don't say, "Who is this Marvel? Did you call my agent? Is FIJI Water on set?" Everyone knows who the stars are in this movie. I'm not one of them and I understand the editing process. Some things don't work out.

What if you'd stayed on the cutting room floor?
I would've started crying.

Comic-Con would not have been pretty. Your fans would've bugged.
My Chinese mother would have gone absolutely ballistic. She would've thrown shoes. Curling irons. She would've been physically looking for Jon Favreau.

And then you're in Date Night starring Tina Fey, Steve Carell, every comedian in the free world—and Ray Liotta, who is perhaps the best creepy-dude in funny movies ever.
Ray Liotta is strange. I have a friend who had a meeting with him and he showed up in all red. Full-on, head-to-toe red. A red adidas tracksuit with a red hat and sunglasses that he wore the entire time. It was dope. I wish I'd been there.

Dope...or scary? Seriously, what's scarier than that?
His entire closet. You go into it and it's all red tracksuits.

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