Judith Podell lives in Washington DC while in a New York fame of mind. Her latest project is a Feline Self-Help Manual, I Ching for Cats. Judith has written for the Village Voice, Mademoiselle, and the Washington Post.
by Judith Podell
As a veteran of not one but two nose jobs I feel a little hypocritical for dissing Susan Sarandon for instance, but everything that made her face distinctive is gone. The great movie stars have memorable faces, and memorable faces usually are ever so slightly irregular. With Susan Sarandon it was the set of her heavy-lidded eyes. She used to be simultaneously beautiful and funny looking, our great goggle-eyed sex goddess. Now she looks ordinary.
All my favorite women movie stars are turning into replicants. If the covers of this months Harper’s Bazaar and Vogue are any indication, Gwyneth Paltrow and Sarah Jessica Parker are the latest victims. Sarah Jessica’s nose no longer turns down when she smiles, at least not on the pages of Vogue. She looks embalmed, or like one of the Pod People from Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Didn’t anyone think to warn her about Jennifer Gray?
I never thought I’d feel sorry for Gwyneth Paltrow, former golden girl, but there she is on the cover of Bazaar, dressed in a Morticia Adams meets haute couture evening gown, a tentative smile on her face. “I’m only a bird in a gilded cage”, her eyes seem to say. Her face screams botox. She’s grateful to get the chance to play Iron Man’s Girl Friend. What a come down from Shakespeare in Love. No, her marriage is not in trouble. The reason you never see photos of her and her rock star husband in public is because they want to avoid all that Bangelina stuff. It seems only yesterday she was golden girl, one of those actresses who made it look natural, capable of transforming herself into Emma or Sylvia Plath. Now she’s a high-end Stepford Wife.