I have always tried my very best to say nice things about Brittany Murphy because I honestly - and perhaps stupidly - think she's a rare kind soul in a sick, sick town. I agree that she doesn't eat. I also agree that she goes to the bathroom a lot and doesn't always use the toilet. But I've had the opportunity to observe her, live and up close, and the girl was a sweetheart. She had a smile and a polite 'thank you' for everyone. She carried her own baggage. Let me repeat. She carried her own baggage. She tipped well. She did not throw a hissy fit when her shoes got wet. And she made eye contact with the minions who stood by and gawked. I admired that.
Brittany's problem isn't her personality. Her problem is her packaging. There is a large part of her that will always be a little bit junkie skank and instead of embracing this with an edgy, unique style, she keeps trying to erase it with high end couture and designer labels that look ridiculously out of place. Here she is at the premiere of Domino this week. The hair? Wrong. The shoes? Wrong. The pose? Atrocious. In fact, she's not the only one guilty of this particular crime. Low classy posing is actually reaching epidemic proportions in Hollywood and if you happen to have an entrepreneurial spirit, I encourage you to take out a small business loan and start your own school for celebrity strut. I guarantee you'd make a killing.
But back to Brittany. Some girls just aren't meant for elegance and sophistication, you know what I mean? And it's not necessarily a bad thing. Originality is paramount and she has so much potential. So Brittany darling, if you're out there, on the slim to nothing chance that you are reading - celebrate your inner trash. We'll love you for it.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
