So once the application madness was through yesterday, I had a little rest, saw the kids, saw a student, came home and watched Lawrence of Arabia, which was neat. Peter O'Toole was great, but the scene where he gets stripped and whipped by the Turks shattered a beautiful illusion. Later on, when he was pinching his titty at Omar Sharif saying, "this is what I am! This is me!" or some such, I could only shake my head and agree. So fucking white - like blancmange! And so little of it! And yet such a lovely face!
I wonder if he was wearing powder to make him that white, but I think it's far more likely he was just one of those pasty Scandinavian/Celtic throwbacks who drink too much to grow shoulders or digest protein but still manage to cultivate a fine neck and head. Big actors can't get away with that shit anymore, you know? Brad Pitt may have a face like a demented horse but he has a real Ritz-Carlton dessert trolley of a body. Even the face-homeliest lead actors these days are worth seeing dressed in less.
There's some sort of weird contradiction there, because actresses' bodies have been getting less and less interesting. I might just be saying that because I saw Once Upon a Time in the West recently and Claudia Cardinale's figure was a great distraction from the lame plot and the swarthy Sicilians pretending to be Scottish. But I don't think so. I think actresses are actually a lot more boring-looking now. All skinny, or else all skinny with tacked-on tits and tiny, tiny bums. Besides Salma Hayek, who I haven't seen in anything for ages since I don't watch television, I can't think of any contemporary actresses who are fun to look at.