She is, of course, the love child of Mick Jagger and David Bowie. (I’d like to think that’s original, but I think I’ve read it before. If not, nice turn of phrase, COG!) I think it was her domme-esque turn in “Edward II” that first began my, by now, full-scale enthrallment to Big Red.
I can’t recall the last time someone commanded the screen so effortlessly. You simply cannot take your eyes off of her. An intuitive understanding of the camera mixed with that delicious androgynous grace and strength. Although “Michael Clayton” seemed to smack of a John Wayne/True Grit moment. Hey kid, here’s the Oscar for all that other great shit and yes…we all know that this particular effort is vaguely half-assed but collectively..your career deserves it.
We want to fuck her and have her fuck us, wielding whatever tools please her majesterial weirdness. She takes her boyfriend home to her long-time whatever Diaghilev-like mentor, bud or cuckolded voyeur. In this world of p.c. obsessiveness about conduct, she accesses an attitude that comes from my Southern roots and is a suitable world view. Fuck all y’all is the phrase. I bow to the grand dame of Hot Odd.
