"nothing very interesting happens in well-lighted places."

best. catfight. ever.

This one is courtesy of defamer. And oh how happy it makes me. It's been a hella day, and there's nothing like a good, old-fashioned catfight to make me sigh with relief. This one is the improbable but kinda great dual between tween queen Hilary Duff and icon Faye Dunaway.
So, it starts when Dunaway knocks Duff after hearing that the young actress/singer plans to play Bonnie Parker in a seemingly ill-advised remake of Bonnie and Clyde. We all know that Dunaway played the role in the original, rocked it, and made flapper chic something we all had to embrace in 1967 (ok, I wasn't around, but I totally would have been all for it).
Today comes Duff's response, that invokes two things that are sure to make Dunaway do her best Joan Crawford (again): Old age and plastic surgery. It's totally Mean Girls.
It seems more than a little catty for Duff, who is a commodity but as Dunaway suggests not a real actress, to knock the great Dunaway. Sure, Faye doesn't do good work anymore (the last thing I saw with her was a CSI episode a few years back, and yes, it was awful). But at her peak you'd be hard pressed to find better. Network. Chinatown. Three Days of the Condor. Come on. Duff makes movies that co-star Heather Locklear. Case closed.
If I were Duff, I would sleep with one eye open. And clear the house of all wire hangers. That's really the one thing that could send Faye over the edge.

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