Excuse me all to hell but I’d been admiring her acting chops all these years. Brilliant comedic touch and the empress of a throwaway line.
And in the current “Weeds” I’m watching, she starts wearing less. Tossing off her undies and hiking her legs over the shoulders of Matthew Modine who continues to have scarily good hair, by the way. Some other scantily clad moment and I’m thrown down from communing with her artiste to artiste. I’m now crawling about in lust, still loving how she can do magic with her delivery but now aware of that other aspect…ahh….
Ego note: I’ve been cast in a small independent Western to be shot up in Colorado next summer. I’ve worked with these guys before and I’m usually a weasel-type but this time, I get to be bad…really bad. I relish it and dream of Miss Mary…
