I really do like Parker Posey, if only on the strength of her performance in Dazed and Confused. Sometimes, I think of the scene in which her character is hazing incoming freshman and screaming at them, "Fry like bacon!", and reflect that, truly, we've all wanted someone to fry at one point or another in our lives. Usually, it's our boss or someone we're no longer having sex with, but I wonder if Parker is going to wake up this morning and wish a heated, crispy fate upon her stylist:
From the neck up, she looks as winsome and youthful as ever, but the rest of her resembles a woman sneaking out of her house first thing in the morning to grab the newspaper, clutching some kind of medical waste disposal bag, perhaps because she's embarrassed to toss it into her own trash and has decided that, as long as she's outside first thing in the morning in her bathrobe to get the paper, she might as well toss it into her neighbor's cans.
To which I say, if you're going to go that way, might as well toss all your empty wine bottles while you're at it.
