Remember when Monica Potter here was all poised to be the next big thing? Yes, you do. The phrase, "the next Julia Roberts" was thrown around with abandon? Remember? She was in Patch Adams? Which I have blessedly avoided, and plan to continue avoiding for the rest of my life. And then she was in the Freddy Prinze Jr movie, Head Over Heels, in which she played a dowdy -- excuse me, a "dowdy" -- art restorer who lives with four supermodels, whose apartment overlooks Freddy's, and they think he might be a murderer, and Monica still has a total crush on him even though she sort of saw him kill a girl? And Freddy is of course not actually a murderer, but an FBI agent investigating the Russian Mafia? (I know. Take a moment to compose yourself.) Don't front: we've ALL seen that movie, and none of us in the theater.
I can't help but look at this particular get up and wonder how it would fare in a supermodel-led makeover montage. Between you and me, I think those pants are doomed.
I can't help but look at this particular get up and wonder how it would fare in a supermodel-led makeover montage. Between you and me, I think those pants are doomed.
