I didn’t realize I’d missed Sarah Michelle Gellar until she came back to TV and I realized how long it’s been since she stepped away from regular work. It’s funny — Jessica and I were discussing the other day how it’s entirely possible that the Brat Pack of our generation — actors who can’t stay out of each others’ orbits and make movies we can’t stop yapping about because of their secret greatness, legitimate greatness, or horrible greatness — consists of SMG (Simply Irresistible, Cruel Intentions, I Know What You Did Last Summer, the Scooby movies), Freddie Prinze Jr. (Down To You, Summer Catch, Head Over Heels, I Know What You Did Last Summer, and of course She’s All That, plus the Scoobies), Matthew Lillard (She’s All That, the Scoobies, Scream, Summer Catch), Jennifer Love Hewitt (Can’t Hardly Wait, I Know What You Did Last Summer), and then some fringe folks like Ryan Phillippe (I Know What You Did Last Summer, Cruel Intentions) Julia Stiles (Down To You, 10 Things I Hate About You), and Rachael Leigh Cook (She’s All That), and even maybe a Skeet Ulrich (Scream). Crazy. I hope Matthew Lillard is, like, the godfather of SMG and FPJ’s child. Also, SMG, FPJ, JLH, RLC… there were a lot of triple-barrel names in that mix. Memory Lane, you are a pleasant and yet also sobering place.
Anyway: SMG is out making the rounds in service of Ringer, her CBS show that got kicked over to The CW for this fall:
And it’s… you know. Her face looks great. I like her hair. The dress could be better. It’s resoundingly whatever. But at least it’s not this:
Girlfriend, you’re AT WORK. Unless you’re promoting a future 90210 plot in which Naomi starts driving big rigs for the Army and selling black-market white-denim pants on the side, this is probably not event-appropriate. However, I confess I WOULD enjoy seeing Drunkface on a ham radio*, a la Miss Piggy in The Great Muppet Caper, yelling things like, “Ten-four, Yellow Hog, my twenty is exit 34, peel your eyeballs for a Kojak with a Kodak bout ten miles after that huge alligator in the slow lane. Over and out.” And if truckers don’t use ham radios* anymore, well, I GIVE UP. Is nothing sacred?
*Oops. I meant CB radios. I think I just subconsciously really wanted to use “ham radio” and “Miss Piggy” in the same sentence.