I have a love/hate thing for Edward Burns. Hate his squeaky Mickey Mouse voice and writing but love how he portrays women in his movies. He seems to love them: See Lauren Holly, Maxine Bahns, Jennifer Aniston, Cameron Diaz, Rosario Dawson, Heather Graham. He lets actresses go outside of their usual places. Last night, I viewed Purple Violets, which featured Selma Blair. She's electric in comedies but in this so-so flick she shines as a dramatic actress. The camera catches her nuanced performance and she transforms mundane/sometimes-unreal dialogue into something special. The men in Burns's movies are mostly caricatures and I cringed at Donal Logue's super-fake British accent. Another thing I love about EB is that he delves into New York relationships. So yeah, worth a rent if you want a dishy relationship movie (and if you enjoy staring at Patrick Wilson).Because I ran five miles, I treated myself to And Then She Found Me, a project by Helen Hunt. A little jewel of a movie, mostly due to Bette Midler and Colin Firth's buoyant performances. It has lovely moments along with the quirky indie shtick where people act strangely for no reason. I have new respect for Helen Hunt as a director (not my fave actress, though I heart her in Mad About You--and secretly What Women Want, which I never watch whenever it's on TV because I'm protesting Mel Gibson's anti-semitic behavior except for Lethal Weapon). Salman Rushdie has a cameo as an obstetrician and you *know* he just wanted to squirt ultrasound jelly on Helen Hunt's tummy. Talk about caricatures.
So, that's the dish. Other than I might have seen a celeb at the nail salon today when Dish-Mama and I were beautifying, but can't place her yet.
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