Currently I'm watching a perennial Lifetime favorite, Mother, May I Sleep With Danger?, starring, you guessed it, T. Spells.
Now as a Lifetime actress, I'm more than happy with the Spellster. Along with Tracy Gold, and the holy grail, Kellie Martin, she really is the bread and butter of the crappy movies that are the reason I watch the channel, and its sister, Lifetime Movie Network, or LMN to those of us in the know, at all. Her lack of any real subtlety, discretion in choosing parts, or talent is what makes her great.
But the fact of the matter remains: she is talentless, and moreover, not much of a looker. In fact, when I'm feeling particularly drab of a morning, when a hairstyle or hat flattens my hair to my head, accentuating the lengthy oval I call a face, I don't say "god, I have such a horse-face," I say "I'm looking a lot like Tori Spelling today."
It has always been true that having famous and/or rich parents is enough to get you places that you couldn't have reached, or even craned your neck to see, if you were operating solely on your own merits. But at least with Paris, and Peaches, and even Nicole Richie, that wee alien-faced woman, looking at the lucky-daddy-was-born-first-girl in question isn't painful.
Every time a kissing scene comes on, I'm actually a little physically repulsed. The actor opposite T. Spells is by no means appealing, and yet I pity him for having to try and force it with the Spellster. He's probably thinking to himself "DAMMIT, why didn't they pick Jennie f*cking GARTH!"
Sigh. I suppose I could alternately wish my parents had been richer and/or more famous. But then I'd run the risk of BEING Tori Spelling, and so I'm thankful every day that they were not.
-Posted by Jilly
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
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