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Entertainment Weekly, February 15/22

Cover: The Reunion of My Best Friend’s Wedding -- Rupert Everett, Cameron Diaz, Dermot Mulroney and Julia Roberts

Page 1: Contents

Page 2: Sound Bites -- Halsey, Marcel Ruiz and Rita Moreno of One Day at a Time, Jameela Jamil on The Good Place, Raul Trujillo in Cold Pursuit, Megan Mullally on Will & Grace, Charles Melton on Riverdale, Ken Marino on The Other Two

Page 4: Editor’s Note

Page 5: Seeing Stars -- Entertainment Weekly’s Pre-SAG Awards Gala -- Henry Golding and Darren Criss, D’Arcy Carden, Patricia Clarkson, Danai Gurira and Angela Bassett, Ryan Michelle Bathe and Sterling K. Brown and Laverne Cox, Jason George, Keegan-Michael Key and Henry Goldblatt, Sarah Paulson and Julia Garner

Page 9: The Must List -- Miracle Workers, Q+A with Daniel Radcliffe

Page 10: Velvet Buzzsaw, The World According to Fannie Davis by Bridgett M. Davis

Page 11: Cold Pursuit, Pen15

Page 12: Documentary Now -- Cate Blanchett, The Lego Movie 2: The Second Part, Q+A with Tiffany Haddish

Page 13: Betty Who, American Soul

Page 14: Doom Patrol + The Umbrella Academy

Page 17: Entertaining Weekly -- Oscar special

Page 23: Hollywood’s Greatest Untold Stories -- Rom-Com edition

Page 24: My Best Friend’s Wedding

Page 32: 1980s -- When Harry Met Sally

Page 36: Rom-Com map of NYC

Page 38: Splash -- how Daryl Hannah transformed into a mermaid, Pretty in Pink

Page 39: 5 secrets of Say Anything

Page 40: Oral history of Some Kind of Wonderful

Page 43: 3 things you didn’t know about Mannequin

Page 46: 1990s -- Four Weddings and a Funeral

Page 49: The surprising story behind Bob the Kitten in One Fine Day, 3 things you didn’t know about Jerry Maguire

Page 50: Notting Hill, Role Call -- Morris Chestnut

Page 51: Whatever happened to the kid who played Tom Hanks’ son in Sleepless in Seattle -- Ross Malinger, Boomerang

Page 52: Makeover Magic -- Pretty Woman, Clueless, Miss Congeniality

Page 53: The Princess Diaries, The Devil Wears Prada, Enchanted

Page 54: She’s All That

Page 55: Whatever Happened To ... the guys not taken

Page 56: 2000s -- 27 Dresses

Page 62: Location, location, location -- Something’s Gotta Give, The Holiday, It’s Complicated

Page 63: 50 First Dates

Page 64: 3 things you didn’t know about Hitch, The Wedding Planner

Page 65: Role Call -- Julia Stiles, that nude scene in Forgetting Sarah Marshall

Page 66: Oral history of Bridget Jones’s Diary’s fisticuffs, 13 Going on 30

Page 67: Waxing -- What Women Want, Miss Congeniality, Hitch, The 40-Year-Old Virgin, A Bad Moms Christmas

Page 68: Zooey Deschanel and Joseph Gordon-Levitt of (500) Days of Summer

Page 72: 3 secrets of Kissing Jessica Stein

Page 73: Memorable Kisses -- (500) Days of Summer, The Princess Diaries, Bridget Jones’s Diary, Never Been Kissed, Jerry Maguire

Page 74: The Broken Hearts Club

Page 77: This Christmas, 3 things you didn’t know about Serendipity

Page 78: 2010s -- Bridesmaids

Page 82: Rom-Com’s best dresses -- Crazy Rich Asians, Deliver Us from Eva, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, Maid in Manhattan, My Best Friend’s Wedding, Pretty Woman, Pretty in Pink

Page 83: Trainwreck, Friends with Benefits

Page 84: Juliet, Naked

Page 85: Engagement Rings -- Crazy Rich Asians, Sex and the City 2, The Family Stone, Sweet Home Alabama, While You Were Sleeping

Page 86: 5 secrets of Crazy, Stupid, Love

Page 87: The evolution of the Gay Best Friend -- Mannequin, Reality Bites, My Best Friend’s Wedding, The Object of My Affection, Crazy Rich Asians, Easy A, Mean Girls

Page 88: Isn’t It Romantic

Page 89: Rom-Coms, Redefined

Page 90: Movies -- Best Actor/Actress predictions

Page 91: Q+A -- Roma’s Marina De Tavira

Page 92: Sam Elliott

Page 96: TV -- Susan Kelechi Watson of This Is Us

Page 98: Music -- Avril Lavigne

Page 99: R.I.P James Ingram

Page 100: Trisha Yearwood

Page 101: Q+A with Florida Georgia Line

Page 102: Books -- The Age of Light by Whitney Scharer

Page 103: The Silent Patient, Bowlaway by Elizabeth McCracken

Page 104: The Bullseye

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The Eyes of Laura Mars

Released in 1978, The Eyes of Laura Mars is set in the glimmering yet gritty world of NYC haute couture fashion. Mad Magazine parodied the film as “The Eyes of Lurid Mess” and rightly so, for it definitely has plot issues and some grade-A-Virginia-ham overacting. However, director Irvin Kershner managed to capture a whiff of the cultural crossover as the NYC scene shifted from disco to punk. Often touted as the first American giallo film, The Eyes of Laura Mars tidily ticks off the boxes of the Italian genre: a mix of gorgeous and grimy settings, the gruesome murder of beautiful people, and many misdirections before the killer is finally revealed. Added to the mix is Ms. Virginia Ham herself (Faye Dunaway), a hairy Brad Dourif, and a preternaturally prehistoric Tommy Lee Jones. Dourif is only four years younger than TLJ in real life, but he looks like a bearded baby next to TLJ’s tire-treaded brow. Hell, TLJ is six years younger than Dunaway, but there’s not even a scratch of the cougar in their relationship.

Faye Dunaway of course plays the main character, a superstar high fashion photographer who begins to have disturbing visions of murder. Fun fact: the actual images of famous fashion photogs Rebecca Blake and the so-called “King of Kink” Helmut Newton were used in the film.

Speaking of kink, Barbra Streisand was offered the main role (it helped that she was dating producer Jon Peters at the time) but turned it down because she thought the film’s violent, sexual content was too out-there for her image.

The film opens with a murderous sequence, which turns out to be one of Laura’s nightmares. She awakens in her rather spare and severe bedroom,

and then wanders out to her living room, aka The Neutral Zone. Beige and brown rule the day, as does that giant rooster sculpture. From kitchen kitsch to highbrow decor? Huh. And oof, so. Much. Carpeting!

Laura flips through some negatives and tries to put the nightmare behind her. Soon, driver Tommy (Brad Dourif) is ferrying Laura off to the gala reception for a new publication of her photos. It looks like maybe the exterior was shot at one of the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s side doors. The interior looks somewhat Studio 54-inspired, though.

Hiiiiiiyyyyyeeee! I’m just a photograph, don’tcha worry.

Laura meets cute-ish with Detective John Neville (TLJ), as cute as can be when one’s publisher has been horribly murdered with an ice pick. Neville came for the questioning, but he stayed for the hors d’oeuvres, or rather, he looks a bit hungry for a Mars Bar. Laura goes home and rings up her bestie, who happens to be dating Laura’s ex-husband Michael (a very slimy yet somehow sexy Raul Julia). Everyone calms each other down, and soon enough, Laura heads off for a shoot at Columbus Circle. The concept is a bit S&M, models in lingerie and furs fighting in front of the husks of burning cars...

The concept was inspired by photog Chris von Wangenheim, and so fitting in front of what my father once called “The Devil’s Arsehole” (don’t feel special, C.C., he said that about every Washington D.C. roundabout too). The intersection didn’t get the moniker until 1892, the 400th anniversary of Columbus’s “discovery” of the New World, when a giant statue of the old man was erected. From the invention of the car on, Columbus Circle was considered a hazardous spot for pedestrians. Given the circle’s bad rap for most of the 20th century, it seems quaint to remember that Olmsted intentionally designed the traffic circle as the grand entrance to Central Park in 1857. By 1978, Columbus Circle was “roundly” (oh ho ho) derided as a dangerous thoroughfare. In 1979, architecture critic Paul Goldberger said that the intersection was "a chaotic jumble of streets that can be crossed in about 50 different ways—all of them wrong." A redesign of the circle’s aesthetics and traffic flow began in 1991, and by the Naughty-Aughties, Columbus Circle had even won a few awards for landscape architecture and urban design.

Neville shows up again at Laura’s set at Chelsea Piers. This is my favorite set in the movie, with the fabulous Sterling St. Jacques dancing around and a lot of blown-out color and drama going on.

It’s also one of our last scenes with poor Lulu and Michelle, alas. I actually quite like both of their characters, so silly and yet so sassy. They have the best outgoing answering machine message, and it made me feel so nostalgic for both answering machines, answering machine messages, and that kind of close relationship you’d have with a roommate. That is the kind of relationship that can only be built after hearing all your messages, and knowing all your secrets, unvarnished and unedited by a brunch re-telling. Sigh.

Laura’s studio is amazing - it’s enormous with tons of old windows, stunning harbor views, and some convenient soft spots that are perfect for sexy times with Neville.

Donald (René motherfucking Murat Auberjonois) is such a great character. He’s Laura’s long-suffering agent, and although at times walking the stereotypical line, he is quite comfortably un-closeted. Whenever someone tries to throw homophobic shade his way, he shines a light right up their asses. I do not love the character’s decor choices, though - a bit too Italianate for me, although who can resist a red damask wallpaper and this goddamn face? Not me, friends.

Speaking of Italian classics, Frank Adonis makes an appearance as Sal, Neville’s slightly unhinged partner. I like this shot of him surveying Laura’s apartment with a “mmm, not bad,” expression.

Frank just shuffled off this mortal coil in late 2018, R.I.P. Weird fact: although he’s the Italian guy you recognize from everything, his Wiki page is in French.

SPOILERS, sort of: Neville goes to see Tommy at his spectacularly depressing apartment, and the visit quickly takes a turn for the worse. Tommy stabs a patrolman while escaping arrest, but the Sal the psycho just opens fire on what appears to be the entire East Village, and Tommy est la morte. Neville rings up Laura to tell her the killer has been caught, and pack your bag, baybeee, they are going away! Laura begins to select some careful neutrals to coordinate with the lady Derringer gifted by Neville, when she is suddenly struck by another vision.

Poor Michael gets ‘picked in the elevator of Laura’s building, and the killer is en route to her apartment! Laura manages to lock the front door just in time. Neville soon comes crashing through the balcony window, and this is where the ending gets super giallo: as he begins babbling about Tommy’s terrible upbringing, Neville accidentally reveals that it is he, Neville, who is the killer. But it’s not really Neville! No, it’s his other personality that did the killing. That personality is also apparently responsible for how nicely Neville fills out a black turtleneck, as well as for finishing Neville’s dissertation and keeping the bills paid. The real Neville struggles back to the surface; to protect his true love, he basically shoots himself using Laura’s gun (and trigger finger, as she is holding said gun at the time). The final shot is of Laura calling the cops, and her final line? “I’m Laura Mars.” If there is any shred of happy ending to this story, it might be that she has to rip out that fucking bloodstained carpet. Maybe there’s a nice parquet floor under there? I know that hating on carpeting is low-pile fruit, but there is just no way for mere mortals to keep wall-to-wall carpeting from getting disgusting.

Interesting fact: John Carpenter wrote the spec script for this film, but Kershner’s finished product took some hot turns in the rewrite. Carpenter was still credited despite his protests, but luckily the mixed reviews didn’t affect the success of his next project, Halloween. It’s been nice to revisit some giallo, although I think I’m going to go back to the real-deal Italian giallo next month. I might also be leaving this platform, as sad as that makes me. Tumblr has been doing some bullshit flagging of posts that are very LGBTQ-unfriendly, and well, they are also buggy as hell. I had this post written a week ago but the site kept crashing as I was trying to update. At any rate, stay tuned for any updates, or as I likely know all three of you reading this, I’ll let you know if there’s a new site.

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