July
29,
2005
What
did Lindsay Lohan really do when she lost so much weight? Did
she offend by being blond or too much like Nicole Richie?
That's
what the tabloids and wags like to say, but this weekend of Stealth made
me think about it again. Jessica Biel is in that early Lindsay Lohan
track. Rosario Dawson. Eva Mendes. Rachel Weisz. Drew Barrymore. Kirsten Dunst.
Sarah Polley. Scarlett Johansson.
These
women are - he wrote, aware of how politically incorrect it is - breeders. Hips
and breasts and fertile, fertile, fertile.
Part
of what felt wrong about The Island is that Michael Bay has always
delivered long, lean women. (Liv Tyler is leaner on screen than in real
life, but you get my point.) Tea Leoni, Vanessa Marcil. Tyler and the first
look at the insanely thin Kate Beckinsale. Gabrielle Union was meat
in Bad Boys II, but Bay had to match his now-superstars. And now, Scarlett…
an extraordinarily beautiful girl who is not built to run around on-screen in
a nearly one-piece sweatsuit.
What
draws men to Ms. Johansson is her earthen way. She has always played quiet, strong,
immovable objects. Of course, she is also a young women in the modern culture,
so wanting to match the media standard of beauty makes sense. And girls just wanna
have fun and all. But the emotional read off of all of her performances is the
willingness to carry the weight for others… to deal with the hard parts and to
keep going… just as a pregnant woman must.
The
pop popularity of Paris Hilton is about sex and power. A rich girl who
sluts around with no-that-attractive men and whose specific sexual willingnesses
are on the table… which part of this doesn't make sense? There is nothing "mom"
about Paris Hilton. It's all libido and it's all your libido.
Lindsay
Lohan is an attractive girl, but she's not one of the world's great beauties.
Yet, when she bounces down the hall in Mean Girls, she is magnetic. And
it is way too simple to say, "Men like breasts." Men do like breasts.
But the bounce and the unaware way with which Ms. Lohan walked… sex… implant the
seed… this is a woman I must impregnate.
And
no, I'm not saying that men have this primal urge that explains or excuses everything.
Not even close. There is no excuse, in my mind, for the sexual ideas that so many
men have these days or for the endless objectification of women. But looking at
it intellectually does not allow us to escape that we do have primal urges.
The
irony is that our magazine covers are endlessly thin, thin, thin. But these are
not the women who draw men to the theaters. Diane Kruger is a beauty and
is rail thin ... starred in two of the 13 highest grossing films last year… not
a movie star. Nicole Kidman went from willowy to anorexic and all she draws
are women and awards talk. Katie Holmes… no go.
You
may not be able to be too rich, but you can be too thin. Playboy has taken it
to the insane extreme, but "the girl next door" is not a supermodel…
which, it seems to me, supermodels have become more Tyra and less Twiggy.
The
current queen of the birth canal is Angelina Jolie, who mixes the raw sexuality
with the fierceness of a mother warrior.
The
weird obsession of middle-aged men with Harry Potter's Emma Watson suggests
to me that something deeper is going on there and her earthen powers can be sussed
out from early in puberty.
The
veteran earth moms include the still gorgeous Diane Lane, Virginia Madsen,
and Catherine Zeta Jones. The first thought was often sexual about these
three… but what was the draw… turns out that all three were born to be moms.
There
are all kinds of specific turn-ons and turn-offs in this world… lots of room under
the big blanket of love and lust, from Sir Mix-A-Lot to Tom Cruise. It's
possible that Jessica Alba might have a dozen children and Eva Mendes
may never even want one. But in the unspoken language of primal male lust,
one of these women reads as being for fun and the other reads as getting down
to the hard, happy work of life…. for now vs. forever.
Just
a thought…
E-ME.