This movie looks pretty cool. John Cusack is the man.
Have you noticed Anne Heche is like, "back?"
Where do people go to come back from?
You would not recognize her now - longer hair, ever the demurring stratospheric IQ.
She doesn't look forty, but neither did I eight years ago.
Neither did Harrison Ford, twenty decades ago, and yet I hear another Indiana Jones movie is in the works.
Anne is fighting with some wannabe called Rachael Weisz over the damsel-in-non-distress part, and from what I can tell on the Producers' Twitters - the girl fight ain't pretty.
Oh Anne, let us just remember you with blue, blue, blue, bluest eyes, beneath hair cropped and tears.
Let us remember the time, when you went "OH MY FREAKIN GOD, WHAT AM I DOING?" with Ellen Degenerous, who stayed a lesbian while you found out you were not one.
So what if she got the "American Idol" gig. It's only twenty million dollars.
Let that go, and remind us of the power of a cool girl trying to comfort an over-acclaimed actor who can never seem to remember his lines, and why weren't the last words out of his mouth,
"Yes dammit, I will be your secretary!"
To reprise:
Number five: Lauren Bacall
Number four: Teri Garr
Number three: Cybill Shepherd
Winking her way in at number TWO,
Immortal Jeopardy champion and coolest witch, Elizabeth Montgomery.
This is a really cool song.
I remember 1985, when 30 years in the past begged a future.
Time flies, and "Star Trek" communicators have nothing over iphones.
Sure wish I had a transporter sometimes.
Take for instance, the actress Claudia Wells
who played Jennifer. Thanks to her agents and parents, she never saw a good look at another acting role ever, and probably sweeps floors now at a local Dunkin Donuts.
The point and message is - when you have hold of a golden ring, do not throw it away.
She could have been the next Reese or Kirsten or any of a number of standout magazine stars while we wait in the checkout line.
She lost it all through contract negotiations, banal adults. Sad, because she can never get it back.
Girls kill for one chance like that, and she let the wind blow it away like a tumbleweed.
I love you Claudia. Jennifer rocked, and Marty found you time and time again.
No overs in life, however.
I like my TV as much as the next junkie, but this is ridiculous.
10,000 viewers can't be wrong, or maybe just searching for "Heche Lane" in a small community in the Hamptons owned by Jerry Seinfeld.
And no, she has not written me (yet). Her "people" have yet to register this display.
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Maybe it's just me sayin, but Anne should eat more KFC and Taco Bell. I know I always do.