Well, I’ve decided to turn this week into Blonde Week over at the ol’ ginger shrine. I’ve already dedicated two posts to blondes I like, and I’ve been seriously slacking on the updates lately, so why not dedicate each day of this week to a blonde (or two) I’m digging on, in an effort to actually update this thing? Answer me!
Anyway, there have been two honey-haired ladies I’ve adored for years – despite one’s penchant for enjoying things of rehab-quality, and the general almost dislike of her entirely by outsiders (which I find completely strange). I’m not sure what it is about them, but no matter the quality or content of their next project, I find myself wanting to see it anyway.
One such actress – and the aforementioned rehab patient – is Kirsten Dunst. She’s been in some really great films (Interview with the Vampire, The Virgin Suicides, the first Spiderman) and some really shite ones, according to critics (Mona Lisa Smile, Wimbledon, Elizabethtown). I actually like the first and last of those panned films, so I don’t know what that says about me (it says I sometimes have bad taste in movies? No, probably not). But whatever, I can’t help loving the girl. Even if she doesn’t wear a bra as often as she should (those things are pretty huge), and she drinks herself into stupors at award shows, and forces her eyes to look “bedroom” when they aren’t. I watched Marie Antoinette the other week, just because. I enjoy paparazzi pictures of her, just walking around, because sometimes she looks cute, fashion-wise. And I keep seeing these fucking Spiderman movies, even though they are progressively becoming worse (though, we don’t really have to worry about that anymore).
She’s got a few things on the horizon, and continues to do charity work for the Elizabeth Glaser Pediatric AIDS Foundation and Stand Up to Cancer. And let’s not forget her vocal stylings on Jason Schwartzman’s first album under the moniker Coconut Records. I, for one, wouldn’t mind more of that. Maybe she could hook up with David Bazan and form a supergroup-of-sorts, à la She & Him or Pete Yorn & Scarlett Johansson.
Now this broad, is universally and critically liked. It didn’t start off that way – what with the hoards of obsessive Dawson’s Creek fans hating Jen’s every move (myself included, though it was only because I thought she had bad hair and shit style; her voice and acting was never as annoying as Katie Holmes’s Joey). I didn’t watch that ol’ WB show until years after the fact (when reruns aired on TBS for a time), but it did take a few seasons for me to warm up to her character, let alone her. And it wasn’t until I saw The Baxter that I finally appreciated just how adorable and good she actually was. She steered clear of typical “teen movies” and went straight for the darlings and darings of the indie world. After The Baxter came Brokeback Mountain, and we’ve all seen her rise from there.
She’s definitely another one of those actresses whom I find myself in awe of just pictures of them walking (I can’t figure out how to make that sentence work); even in the most shlubby of getups, she manages to look like a fairytale. Also, let’s not forget she gets to stand near my husband, RyGos in their next film Blue Valentine. Sigh.
And, oh, why the hell not – she sung in The Baxter, so here’s that.