![]() She can act hilariously sorry for herself-and yet if she ever turned it on for real, her potential for melancholy and remorse might run deeper than Will & Grace could handle.Įven short of that, Messing's volatility is so clearly without reliable frontiers that her responses, which are as tangled as her hair, keep adding an unexpectedly lifelike note of emotional anarchy to a series that's designed as an efficient, smoothly running joke machine. Her looks are a mobile map of a temperament so unsettled that each of its attributes needs a qualifier: She's neurotic but never self-hating, vulnerable but never a victim, foolish but never dumb, and so on. In her Clairol ads, where she's supposed to appear serene and blandly radiant, she seems unrecognizable even to herself like Christie's and Moreau's, her kind of beauty isn't made for repose. When it comes to pratfalls, Messing is Lucille Ball without the masochism. By TV standards, she's as unconventional a beauty as Julie Christie or Jeanne Moreau-if not more so, since neither of those sixties screen goddesses had much of a penchant for slapstick. ![]() ![]() You can picture Messing sitting next to you on the subway as you silently wonder if this is the woman of your dreams or someone who ought to be committed. ![]()
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