I really liked her in Closer and Garden State. They weren't mind-blowing performances, but she inhabited her characters in a very natural, relaxed way.
I agree that she was good in Garden State. But I thought that, while she was clearly trying hard, her performance was the weakest in Closer -- she was visibly Acting at times, instead of existing as the character. Then again, the character probably *should* be visibly Acting at times.
I couldn't be that critical of NP in
Closer
since I thought JR was pointlessly blank. She was ranking below OB on the emotimeter.
On-topic, thanks to Hec for recommending Aventurera. Excellent film noir, and, since it wasn't Hollywood, I couldn't rely on the conventions to figure out what would happen next. Which means I was caught completely off guard by the big plot twist.
You should have heard the gasp in the Castro Theater. And that was an audience full of hardcore Dynasty fans (back when I saw it).
::points at the New Old and laughs derisively, Nelson style::
You're no longer young! One of us, one of us. Join us in achey backs and out-of-it-ness, and "You call that music!" and pathetic nostalgia for the crap pop culture of your preteen years. Bwahahahaha!
Jessica's whitefonted subplot would have been great.
She was ranking below OB on the emotimeter.
My first association with OBs is tampons, which I suspect is not what you mean.
My first association with OBs is tampons, which I suspect is not what you mean,
Hey, she was less appealing than tampons too.
My first association with OBs is tampons, which I suspect is not what you mean,
Depends on where you hide Orlando, I suppose.
I know! AND no-one cards me anymore. WTF?
My baby brother is going to college in the fall. Something is amiss.
My first association with OBs is tampons, which I suspect is not what you mean,
Me too. It took me a minute to realize Orlando Bloom is not a tampon.
It took me a minute to realize Orlando Bloom is not a tampon.
I didn't know you'd seen
Kingdom Of Heaven.
You're no longer young! One of us, one of us. Join us in achey backs and out-of-it-ness, and "You call that music!" and pathetic nostalgia for the crap pop culture of your preteen years. Bwahahahaha!
Someone better find me a really elegant silver-topped walking stick for my next birthday. IJS.
There's a half-plus-seven rule?
And here I was worried that my current musical crush objects are a decade younger than me.