Helena Bonham Carter
No one does crazy like she does. Seriously.
Fight Club.
There’s the classic “I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school”
And “A condom is the glass slipper for our generation. You slip one on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, and then you throw it away. The condom, I mean, not the stranger.”
As the narrator describes her “Marla… the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can’t.”
Good lord. I love that movie. Dishwashing gloves have never looked sexier than when probing Brad Pitt’s belly-button.
The reason for this post is my current viewing of Harry Potter. Shut up. It was either that or Cadillac Records. H B-C plays Bellatrix, a deliciously creepy, totally twisted gal. Sometimes I think it would be fun to be so deliciously devilish like her characters. It might be nice to be utterly fucked up. But then my rational side sets in and I reel myself back. But sometimes? I wish I could let go like that. Crazy lady.
