This post is sort of for my sister Fiona. There’s a bit of a girl crush going on in my house...Fiona, my mother, and I (albeit a bit late in joining the club), all have a thing about a certain young Meryl. I reckon the majority of my age group are only familiar with the legend that is Meryl Streep via irritating turns in even more irritating films...that would be you The Devil wears Prada and I wanna puke, and the ‘don’t even get me started’ Mammia Mia... ignore me and my cynicism though.. they’re...um...cinematic classics..
A month or two ago I saw Woody Allen’s Manhattan which features a phenomenally beautiful young Meryl Streep. Now, I mean ‘Wow’ with perhaps, a ‘Za’... Yes, not only should Streep be considered an astonishing actress, but my goodness, was she an astonishing beauty too. That is not too say that Meryl has decayed into a crumbling, wrinkled old woman... ha! far from it ...Meryl is quite the stunner even in old age...glowing complexion, and by the looks of things botox free – no mean feat in plastic – obsessed Hollywood by any stretch. Indeed, it is this completely natural luminescence that is so incredible about her – spectacular cheekbones, sparkling eyes and teeth, radiant skin and in her youth, a full blonde stream of hair.
Over the weekend we watched the French Lieutenant’s Woman and once again the Meryl gushing began. And Sophie’s Choice sits at home ready to be watched... watch some of these, and I doubt we’ll be the only ones gushing.