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October 8, 2008 12:00 AM by Unknown | COMMENTS
This month, the book club debates obsessive love and its consequences in Mario Vargas Llosa's The Bad Girl, now out in paperback. Worth the $14? Read on . . .
THE PLOT: Ricardo Somocurcio just can't get over the bad girl. He first fell for her in 1950, when he was a teenager in Peru, and she was pretending to be from a well-to-do family. A decade later, he fell for her again when she was masquerading as a Communist cadet in Paris. Peruvian author Mario Vargas Llosa's sexed up story--an homage to Flaubert and, arguably, Gabriel García Márquez - follows the long, torturous, on-again/off-again affair through 40 years of social unrest in the world's most fashionable cities.
NING (SENIOR BEAUTY EDITOR): I hated this book. It made me lose faith in men. Ricardo reminded me of all the nice guys who fall for the girl who's totally crazy. Why do they do that?
JULIA (COPY CHIEF): I didn't like the first hundred pages - all those Latin American coups came out of nowhere, read like newspaper clippings, and seemed to have no impact on the story. But later, I enjoyed Ricardo's whirlwind world tour. And I'm a sucker for a hopeless love story.
YAEL (ASSOCIATE EDITOR): But was it really a love story? It's pretty twisted. Did he love her, or was he just infatuated? I don't think he knew her well enough to really be in love. Or maybe he just wasn't that deep.
LAUREN (ARTICLES EDITOR): See, I liked the first hundred pages - the vivid descriptions of his neighborhood in Peru took you right there - but I hated the rest. And I definitely didn't buy that he was in love with her. We have no basis for understanding why he would behave so obsessively, or where he was coming from. The bad girl treated him like absolute shit, and he kept taking it. Why?
YAEL: It was interesting that the sex scenes always went back to him going down on her. She'd cover her eyes and drift off as if he weren't even in the room, then didn't reciprocate. In terms of being a woman of that time, it's great that she asked for what she wanted. But in terms of a relationship, she was just selfish.
JULIA: The one time they do have reciprocal sex it's because she's humiliated him enough that he slaps her around. That turns her on.
NING: It was really an S&M relationship. Emotional S&M.
LAUREN: But there was nothing erotic about the sex scenes. I mean, the language! I'm going to blame the translator, because I can't imagine a writer like Vargas Llosa would call his penis "my sex."
JULIA: And how about the word pubis? But maybe the point of the book is that the relationship is never going to sort itself out. She's going to be wrong for him, he's going to keep going back to her, and in the meantime, he has this amazing life where he's traveling from intellectual Paris to swinging '60s London to disco Japan. He's seen history unfold in spite of himself.
LAUREN: But he never really engaged in any of it. And there was no knowingness in the way Vargas Llosa painted the cities or the scenes. You knew these cultural groundswells were happening, and you were told Ricardo was participating, but you didn't actually see him doing anything.
NING: I just thought the book was repetitive - from country to country, he never changed. I can't imagine living your life and not evolving. Isn't the whole point that you make mistakes and then learn from them? You don't just keep doing them until you die, right?
SHOULD YOU READ IT?
JULIA: yes
YAEL: yes
NING: no
LAUREN: no
"Maybe the point of the book is that the relationship is never going to sort itself out . . . and in the meantime, he has this amazing life." -JULIA
NEXT MONTH: The Monsters of Templeton by Lauren Groff (Voice).
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September 29, 2008 2:25 PM by Scott Frampton | COMMENTS
YO MAJESTY
Futuristically Speaking . . . Never Be Afraid (Domino) Thanks to a genius sound that fuses crunk with club, this female pair has earned street cred for rhymes that are both profound and profane. Dropping electro beats, the duo decries homophobia, materialism, and misogyny, hip-hop's most persistent evil. Download Now: "Club Action"
JUANA MOLINA
Un Dia (Domino) Argentine actress-turned-singer Molina makes atmospheric music, earning her comparisons to Björk. On her latest heady effort, captivating Spanish songs are mini symphonies best heard in empty spaces, where they envelop the room. Not bilingual? The emotional narrative says it all. Download Now: "Vive Solo"
LENKA
Lenka (Epic) It's one thing for a song to take up residence in your head; it's another for it to start redecorating. As pop philosophizing goes, Lenka and her breathy voice are like a fresh coat of fuchsia on your walls: bracingly sweet, surprisingly cool, and a sure thing for those of us wanting a change. Download Now: "Wrote Me Out"
KINGS OF LEON
Only by the Night (RCA) Here's an existential crisis you can groove to. The Nashville rockers serve up fractious anthems; "Notion" ripples with soulful guitar jolts. Like a romantic Lou Reed, Caleb Followill's howls make desperation and alienation sexy—he's a junkie only for you, babe. Download Now: "Crawl"
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September 26, 2008 2:23 PM by Unknown | COMMENTS
SEE YOU EVERYWHERE
By Julia Glass (Pantheon) It seems only natural that a pragmatic firstborn like Louisa would resent her promiscuous and free-spirited sister, Clem. Wouldn't you? But when Louisa gets breast cancer, the two risk losing the only thing more reliable than their boy-crazy feuds: each other. With her signature lyricism, Glass, a National Book Award winner, seesaws the narration between the sisters over a 25-year span, spinning a sometimes stinging, always affecting tale of siblings who can't quite make it as friends. —Jihan Thompson
LULU IN MARRAKECH
By Diane Johnson (Dutton) A sultry case of espionage set in the oasis of Marrakech has novice secret agent Lulu Sawyer finding out not whodunit, but who's funding it—namely, who's bankrolling terrorist groups. Embedded in a wealthy expat community, Lulu is tasked with spying on her lover, his shady guests, even the servants. Johnson, known for her clever takedown of French mores in Le Divorce, sets her sights on the primal conflicts that threaten to upset this teetering city, where politics and religion—and women and men—often clash. —Thea Palad
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September 24, 2008 2:18 PM by Caryn James | COMMENTS
Brothers Bloom star Adrien Brody--back on our radar
From that smooch he planted on presenter Halle Berry while accepting his 2002 Oscar to his misbegotten dream of recording hip-hop tracks with Diddy, Adrien Brody has at times come across as--how can we put this delicately?--a wee bit full of his insanely talented self. And what to make of the string of baffling film choices following his mesmerizing portrayal of an emaciated Holocaust survivor in The Pianist? Ever see him in The Jacket? The Singing Detective? Didn't think so.
But lately the oddly handsome actor has been wooing us back in little comic gems: the quirkfest The Darjeeling Limited and his latest, The Brothers Bloom, a fairy-tale-tinged caper in which he plays a reluctant con artist who wants out of the big scam, but whose love, an eccentric heiress (Rachel Weisz), wants in. "You don't know where the con lies, who's conning whom. Sometimes life feels like that," he says.
True enough, Brody's image is just as slippery. Regarding Bloom, he rambles into lofty thoughts about world hunger and self-knowledge. Then, hearing himself, he breaks off with a huge laugh. "I am not a heavy person," he insists. "Because I'm serious about what I do, it's often misconstrued."
Next up is Giallo, the movie he and his girlfriend, actress Elsa Pataky, made with Italian horror director Dario Argento. She plays a kidnap victim, and he's the detective hired to find her. Brody says he took the role "to protect her. I was very concerned for her well-being in an Argento movie!"
Recently, the two went to Milan--where he was snapped wearing a lethally bad mesh tank top. Slippery, indeed. And yet, one-on-one, Brody is understated and appreciative of his good fortune. "It's a rare job that can provide enlightenment, a greater sense of self," he says. Take that, Diddy.
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September 24, 2008 9:16 AM by Unknown | COMMENTS
We asked unofficial rom-com king Jason Biggs, hot off My Best Friend's Girl, for a real-life mishap worthy of one of his screwball scripts: "It was a perfectly reasonable request: 'Will you come with me to pick out something to wear for our wedding night?' How could I turn down my wife-to-be? A private showing of lingerie given to me by the sexiest woman in the world? I'm in. Having picked out a few choice numbers (God, I love see-through!), a 'friend' of mine rose to the occasion--before we made it into the fitting room. I tried the old hand-in-the-pocket-press-down trick, but to no avail. It was obvious, I thought, to every teddy-seeking woman in the store. I needed to extricate myself. Luckily, a 10-minute browse of Louis Vuitton handbags was enough to subdue my hormonal impulses. No offense, LV--your new line is very sexy."
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September 23, 2008 8:15 AM by Caryn James | COMMENTS
HOW TO LOSE FRIENDS & ALIENATE PEOPLE
A defanged adaptation of Toby Young's barbed memoir about being fired from Vanity Fair. Simon Pegg's bright-young-thing routine (as celebrity journo Sidney Young) becomes just plain goofy as he grasps for fame, a hot actress, and coworker Alison (Kirsten Dunst). Media types will savor the Devil Wears Prada--ish caricatures of magazine heavyweights--like Jeff Bridges, in a leonine gray wig, as Graydon Carter. But the flick also works as a broader satire, hilariously skewering celeb culture and our slavish fascination with it.
RACHEL GETTING MARRIED
Blissful nuptials get messy when the bride's spotlight-whoring, straight-outta-rehab sister shows up. That's the premise of this beautifully observed drama from Silence of the Lambs director Jonathan Demme (no gore, but plenty of family gristle here). A de-glamorized Anne Hathaway, playing the troubled sister, joins a terrific cast that includes Debra Winger as the neglectful mom and Rosemarie DeWitt as the put-upon bride. But the film's real star is the vibrant, emotionally raw screenplay by Jenny Lumet. Its brutal honesty captures the oh-so-competitive kinship of sisters.
HAPPY-GO-LUCKY
It's easy to spot wannabe eccentrics: off-kilter wardrobe, unfiltered gabbing, unfounded hope. But as Poppy, an endearing London schoolmarm who learns to drive a car from a man as surly as she is chipper, Sally Hawkins triumphs over cliché. This is decidedly lighter fare than the bleak dramas director Mike Leigh is known for (Vera Drake, Naked). Thankfully, he never strays toward the predictable--not that plot matters for a sunny heroine who figures life is in the here and now, so why trifle with self-pity?
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September 23, 2008 1:12 AM by Thelma Adams | COMMENTS
WHY SHE'S ON OUR RADAR: Saturday Night Live's white-hot wiseacre cuts up as Ricky Gervais's inept doctor in the I-see-dead-people comedy Ghost Town. "I play his surgeon," says Wiig. "He dies and then comes back to life. It's pretty much my fault."
HER SHTICK: Dead-on impressions, like the excitable Target clerk and jacket-loving Suze Orman.
ALSO SEEN IN: Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story, Semi-Pro, and Knocked Up.
FUNNY FACES: "Aunt Linda was inspired by a lady I saw on a plane who was confused by the in-flight movie," says Wiig, 35, of her daffy film-critic character on SNL. "She just kept saying, 'What's going on?' So I wrote a sketch about a woman who was watching The Matrix and kept asking, 'What are they doing? Why are they flying?'"
MONKEY BUSINESS: "It's the little things that aren't meant to be funny that make me laugh most, like bad fight scenes in old movies with dummies thrown around that we're supposed to think are people, or a gorilla that's clearly a man in a suit. I think every old TV show borrowed that same suit."
TINY DANCER: "I was always a closet performer," says Wiig. "If we had a babysitter, I'd sing and dance for her. I was also a Munchkin in The Wizard of Oz, but I broke character to wave to my mom."
HELL ON WHEELS: Up next, Wiig skates opposite Ellen Page in Drew Barrymore's directorial debut, Whip It!, about Roller Derby dolls. "I can definitely skate," she says. "I spent hours of my childhood at Overlook Roller Rink." --Thelma Adams
UNDER THE KNIFE: "I'd make a terrible surgeon. The fear of blood? Very high on my list."
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September 19, 2008 4:32 PM by Jihan Thompson | COMMENTS
Last night, I attended the premiere for Forever Strong, the archetypal coming-of-age tale wrapped up in the hard-hitting sport of high-school rugby, that opens nationwide next Friday. I got the chance to sidle up next to two of Hollywood's hottest up-and-comers and even snapped a few shots.
Sean Faris, Gary Cole (of Office Space fame who plays the coach), and Penn Badgley at the premiere
Penn Badgley-best known for his role as Dan on Gossip Girl-plays Lars,
the arrogant and manipulative sidekick to the lead rugby star, Rick
Penning (played by a very chiseled Sean Faris). Escaping his good guy
image, Badgley shows some cinematic versatility in this film. On his
role, this is what he had to say: "I got to play a prick. I let myself
be as cocky as possible, it's very fun and for me it's very easy to
slip into that role. A lot of people might be shocked because I play
such a good guy on Gossip Girl."
Penn Badgley and I at the after party
Blake Lively, hit up the after party too at the penthouse suite of the SoHo Grand Hotel in Tribeca, to support her fellow co-star and BF, but she largely hung back while her man had his moment in the spotlight.
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September 9, 2008 12:00 AM by Unknown | COMMENTS
THE PLOT: Remember that guy in high school--the chubby sci-fi lover who couldn't get a date? That's Junot Díaz's mega-geek, Oscar. All the poor guy wants is to get laid. When he doesn't, he resolves to break the family curse he believes is responsible. Told in street Spanglish, this Pulitzer winner takes us from Dominican beaches to Jersey barrios and back, offering one view of the developing nation's troubled history, through the eyes of a very unlucky family.
JIHAN (EDITORIAL ASSISTANT): I loved this book. When I wasn't reading it, I wanted to be reading it.
ABIGAIL (DEPUTY EDITOR): There was so much hype about this book--I expected to be swept away by a magical, hip, gritty story from the first sentence. But it took me a while to get into it; it felt disjointed at first with all the footnotes. I say, either weave them into the story or skip 'em.
JIHAN: Oh, really? I liked them. At first I was a little put off--is this going to be a history lesson? Then again, I wasn't exactly up on my history of the Dominican Republic, so it was helpful.
SARAH (EDITORIAL ASSISTANT): I didn't like all the sci-fi and comic-book references. There were so many, and I felt like if you didn't get them, he wasn't going to connect it for you. It was the same with the Spanglish--they were switching between English and Spanish all the time. It made me feel like, Wow, I'm missing a lot of the story.
JIHAN: See, I thought the Spanglish really set the tone. Like when Oscar gets into that fight with his mother about girls, Díaz writes that his mom "hauled Oscar to his feet by his ear. Mami stop it, his sister cried . . . Dale un galletazo, she panted, then see if the little puta respects you." How great was that? Can't you just picture it?
LAUREN (ARTICLES EDITOR): God, his mom was so awful to him and his sister. Every hope, every dream they had in their Jersey ghetto was quashed. But later--when you learn she was tortured, had her heart crushed, and was then nearly beaten to death by gangsters--you kinda get it.
ABIGAIL: I like how you get that sense of this family with a foot in two worlds. It gives good insight into the immigrant experience. But I didn't love the main character.
LAUREN: Oh, I adored Oscar. He was so sad. That scene where he tries to start the sci-fi book club and two Thursdays in a row he waits alone in the classroom and no one shows up . . . The whole book is about the desire to belong. He strives for it his whole life, so I was rooting for him.
ABIGAIL: And it was a complete send-up of the macho stereotype.
SARAH: Ugh, the most I could rally for Oscar was pity. And I feel like the foreshadowing--that you know from the very beginning that he's going to die--just killed any suspense for me. You're just waiting for this curse that you keep hearing about on every page to be realized and kill him.
JIHAN: Well, the curse, which is called fukú, is really "fuck you," isn't it? If you read it like that from the start, it's pretty funny.
LAUREN: Yeah, because it's like his life has been one big Fuck You.
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August 22, 2008 12:00 PM by Dorothy Allred Solomon | COMMENTS
A woman who had read a book about the FLDS emailed me to ask why my attitude toward polygamy seemed so different. It's not that I'm "soft on polygamy" in the sense that I'm blind to its inherent problems. As a monogamist of forty years, I obviously chose not to live that way. Besides the fact that polygamy is against the law-the biggest strike against it, in my view-plural marriage is a difficult way to live. Lots of women and children vying for the attention and affection of one man play all sorts of games with each other, replete with winners and losers and cheaters. The polygamous patriarch-even if he's a humble man-can't help but get all puffed up with his own power and importance.
But there are compensations, too. As I watch people struggle to live monogamously, I can see the advantages of the way I was raised: In this day of escalating divorce, it's significant that people have a harder time breaking marriage vows when they've made them with more than one person. My father's sixth wife was Rulon Jeffs' sister, therefore Warren Jeffs' aunt. When she decided to leave my father and his religious group to become her brother's keeper in the FLDS, she had as much difficulty separating herself from her six sister-wives as she did in divorcing my father. Maybe the more people committed to one marriage, the greater the commitment that is forged among them. Sometimes polygamy can be an economic boon, if family members employ division of labor. In our family, one wife would work and another would keep house and raise the children. The working mother felt good about being gone all day, knowing that her children were being cared for and nurtured by someone who shared her values.
Children who grow up in the care of many loving adults thrive. In my own case, this love counterbalanced the uncertainties of our way of life--of knowing that we could be "raided" at any moment; of fearing that in the sea of children we did not matter; of wishing that we were like our "normal" neighbors.
One key to successful plural life seems to be the willingness of the patriarch to be fair. When my father bought a vacuum cleaner for one wife, he bought one for all the others, too. According to Carolyn's account, Merrill Jessop didn't even try to be fair. He allowed himself to be manipulated by one wife while all the others suffered. And suffer they did.
Which brings me to the biggest reason I can indulge in a kind and tolerant perspective on plural marriage: I grew up in polygamy, but I have never been a plural wife. I suspect I'd make life hell for another woman-and she for me. I'd like to believe I could be as charitable and generous-spirited as my mother was, but I suspect I'd fail miserably. To live plural marriage successfully takes a refined spirit and a willingness to place the good of the family far above your own personal wants and needs. I'm not a big enough person to even think about it.
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August 19, 2008 10:58 AM by Dorothy Allred Solomon | COMMENTS
Sometimes as I write these blog posts, I fear that I'm losing my sense of humor. But it's really hard to find much that's funny about fundamentalism once you get past the jeans and tennis shoes under prairie dresses, and the stiff, sugar-watered hair, and the long underwear and tight stockings worn in summer desert heat. The costumes do make one think of Shakespeare's Malvolio overdressed in yellow tights, attempting to convince his intended of his nobility.
But so much about the FLDS situation is desperate and dismal and perverse. When I try to find fun, I feel cynical and cavalier. To be satirical is to heap further mortification on people whose dignity has become threadbare.
I long to rove into other spheres of fundamentalism and laugh about the time the wives fought over my father's shirts. Well, they didn't actually fight. One wife would steal his shirts from another wife's home so that my father would have to bathe or shower at the "thief's" home, where he would also stay for breakfast. This clandestine rivalry led to some slapstick-my father grimacing as he raced across the graveled yard between houses in his bathrobe and bare feet, looking for his clothes.
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August 18, 2008 12:30 PM by Jessica Henderson | COMMENTS
If you saw me stumble sleepily to my desk this morning, you might have wondered, "Somebody hit the happy hour hard...".
Nope, more like Olympic overload. Every night this week I've been up to the wee hours getting my fix of Michael Phelps, international scandal (how old are those girls?), and that wicked balance beam. At midnight on Wednesday I glanced at the clock and once again promised myself...just.. one...more..event, then off to bed. Instead, I woke up on my couch at 5 AM, contacts super-glued to my eyeballs, and Bob Costas droning on in the background. I shuffled off to my room with a crick in my neck-but not before I set my lifepartner (aka DVR) for the following night's events. In between events, I soak up the min-bios that either endear you to an athlete more (one mention of a dedicated mom and it's water works for me) or leave you utterly befuddled (Lochte: the grill, the drawings? Some things are best left kept to oneself). Those individual all-around gymnastics finals last week? Sure, it was after 1 in the morning and I had work early the next day but if Mary freakin' Lou Retton is in the house, then so am I. (This also holds true for her Perdue Chicken cooking demonstrations at the mall.) The agony, the ecstasy...this is must see TV the likes of which NBC hasn't been able to pull off since Clooney checked out of the ER and Central Perk kicked those overly-coiffed Friends kids out.
Now that Phelpsie has all eight medals, I can sleep at night again. Then again, maybe not (Hello, track & field!). For now, I'm captivated. The Olympics are ingrained in my day-to-day life: I secretly size up the wingspan of the tall gentleman standing next to me (he could take Piersol but probably not Lochte), score commuter's dismount from the train in the morning (stick your landing people!) and synchronize my tong movements with the unsuspecting diners at the cafeteria salad bar. Maybe an intervention is in order, but one things for sure-the Olympics aren't just exhausting for the athletes competing-this is one spectator sport that takes it's own kind of endurance.
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August 18, 2008 9:26 AM by Cleo Glyde | COMMENTS
Genital augmentation? Pastie scars? Dwarfs? Margaret Cho, star of a new VH-1 reality series, The Cho Show, and a touring burlesque act, gets intimate with us.
Q: What makes your series unique?
A: My life is anything but typical. My show features my very Korean parents, my very gay friends, and my wonderful assistant—who also happens to be a little person. So it's like a cross between my stand-up specials and Madonna's Truth or Dare, with a bit of Little People, Big World mixed in.
Q: How did your family react to the show's cringe-worthy fare—like when you injected collagen into your G-spot?
A: My parents are very funny when they have to deal with anything racy or off-color. They usually pretend they don't speak English.
Q: What should women know about your burlesque show, Beautiful?
A: I'm exploring how we feel about our bodies through laughter. It's important to feel beautiful; it's political to feel beautiful. All my life I felt awkward, insecure, and chubby.
Q: Now you strip onstage. And once you started dancing, you shed pounds. What happened?
A: It's weird. Discovering burlesque led me to take up belly dancing, and a lot of my weight came off. It's a pleasurable movement that has positively increased my body awareness. It's so unlike going to the gym and hating it.
Q: How long do you plan to shimmy?
A: Burlesque is fun, but now I have big circular scars on my breasts from wearing pasties every night, so soon I'm going to have to take a semi-retirement.
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August 18, 2008 8:14 AM by Dorothy Allred Solomon | COMMENTS
"What luck for the rulers that men do not think." -Adolf Hitler
The beleaguered members of the FLDS Church may be gradually awakening to the costs-in real, monetary terms-of being led by corrupt leaders. In recent months, people who lost their homes and families, and those who lost their innocence, have brought suit against the FLDS Church. A board appointed to handle the allocation of settlements and judgments has sold the Harker Ranch, which once grew many of the crops used to feed the FLDS members. And trustee Bruce Wisen announced plans to assess a monthly fee on FLDS homes-those who refuse risk eviction. But many of these people live in homes built by their grandparents and great-grandparents on land that long ago was purchased and developed by their families. These people probably assumed that their tithes and offerings were being used to maintain FLDS property and to insure their own security along with that of their children. Instead, it seems that the tithes paid by the FLDS members may actually be used to subsidize their leaders' perversion and greed.
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August 15, 2008 2:11 AM by Dorothy Allred Solomon | COMMENTS
Somewhere in my mind, the definitions of "stubborn" and "fundamentalist" have merged. I watch the news and notice that even after losing their children for two months in the YFZ raid, some mothers are more committed to being stubborn than they are to keeping their children. Two women married to Merrill Jessop may lose their children to foster homes if they don't cooperate with the court by signing an agreement to keep their children out of harm's way. The "harm" consists of the children's exposure to men who may force them into an early marriage-in other words, underage sexual assault. It seems these women care more about supporting men who think it's ok to abuse young girls in the name of religion than they do about the well being of their own children. Such blind loyalty and stubborn steadfastness can't be seen as devotion. Can it?
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August 14, 2008 3:21 PM by Yael Kohen | COMMENTS
Michael C. Hall isn't as creepy as he seems
Dexter Morgan feels no guilt when sneaking up behind his victims, stabbing them with a hypodermic needle, and using a power saw to take them apart, limb from bloody limb. So what is it about Dexter, Showtime's acclaimed series now premiering its third season, that makes the gruesome murderer so damn endearing?
For one thing, there's Michael C. Hall, whose grin, strong jaw, and easygoing demeanor--in all those scenes where he isn't dismembering someone--make it possible to see beyond the violence. Funny, we hadn't fully appreciated his good looks when he played type-A mortician David Fisher on HBO's Six Feet Under.
It's strange how the psychopathic murderer role raises fewer eyebrows than did the one on Six Feet Under, in which he played a repressed homosexual. "I do get a sense that many family members of mine are more comfortable watching me simulate murder than simulate a same-sex relationship with a black man," says Hall, a Raleigh, NC, native. "I got a lot more questions then about, 'Is it weird playing a gay character?' than I now get about, 'Is it weird playing a serial killer?'"
Not that spending so much time surrounded by corpses isn't creepy. Says Hall, "It's an occupational hazard that you take your work home with you"--exacerbated by the fact that he's currently dating Jennifer Carpenter, the actress who plays his foster sister on Dexter. "I totally have dreams that I might not have had otherwise. But I like the idea that on some unconscious level, there's an intersection between my dream life and the life simulated through work, you know? That's the fun of it." Sure, sounds killer.
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