Danny DeVito.

This, because I NEVER would have guessed she was 38. Happy agent, indeed!

Seriously, look at her hands some time. They definitely age her up.

One hand.
Two hands.
No hands.

Yeah, she's aged very very well, but she's breathing down the neck of 40. The first time I saw Tank Girl, I just assumed that either it was some other Naomi Watts or she was just a wee little oddly-mature teen actor at the time, because how could the same person have been in King Kong and Mulholland Falls and an old, old, long-ago thing like TG. And yet, there she was and is.

After Mulholland Falls, I'm willing to believe she can do just about anything, and that Narcissa's jangly brittle misery will be a snap for her.

Yeah, she's aged very very well, but she's breathing down the neck of 40.

or getting ready to kick 40's ass??? (signed, feeling old old old as I approach this year's b'day)

After Mulholland Falls, I'm willing to believe she can do just about anything, and that Narcissa's jangly brittle misery will be a snap for her.

I hate Mulholland Falls but I totally agree.

or getting ready to kick 40's ass??? (signed, feeling old old old as I approach this year's b'day)

She's a gazillion months pregnant. Suspect despite likely enlistment of nannies, getting ready to kick 40's ass will soon take a back seat to surviving the late 30s.

I swear, I didn't have this many grey hairs or wrinkles pre-baby. This whole lack of sleep thing, it ages!

Mulholland Falls

You mean Mulholland Drive? Love that movie and her in it!

feeling old old old as I approach this year's b'day

Let me fix that: feeling old old old hot hot hot as I approach this year's b'day

A.O. Scott at the NY Times likes John Travolta's performance in Hairspray:

What is missing from “Hairspray” is anything beyond the faintest whisper of camp. The original “Hairspray” may have been Mr. Waters’s most wholesome, least naughty film, but there was no containing the volcanic audacity of Divine, who created the role of Edna Turnblad. Divine, who was born Harris Glen Milstead and who died shortly after the first “Hairspray” was released, belonged to an era when drag performance still carried more than a touch of the louche and the dangerous, and was one of the artists who helped push it into the cultural mainstream.

Perhaps wisely Mr. Travolta does not try to duplicate the outsize, deliberately grotesque theatricality of Divine’s performance or to mimic the Mermanesque extravagance of Harvey Fierstein’s Broadway turn, choosing instead to tackle the role of Edna as an acting challenge. The odd result is that she becomes the most realistic, least stereotypical character in the film, and the only one who speaks in a recognizable (if not always convincing) Baltimore accent. (“Ahm tryna orn,” she complains when she’s trying to iron.)

What is missing from “Hairspray” is anything beyond the faintest whisper of camp.

God, that's sad. Expected, but sad.

You mean Mulholland Drive? Love that movie and her in it!

D'oh! Yes. I blame my own nearing-40ness and the tiny human and accompanying catastrophic sleep dep. I am tired and gray and stupid before my time and I can no longer tell the difference between a fall and a drive.