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Do you ever look at Hollywood, and think, I'd HATE myself if I was any of
those people? Except maybe Holly Hunter. As if it's not enough that the
Coen brothers love her, she's a turkey-free Thanksgiving, post-Oscar
glory. Which everyone thinks was for The Piano, but was actually for The
Firm. She's done kooky and sexy (Miss Firecracker), hard-bitten and
gun-toting (Copycat), and, er, amputee sex goddess (Crash). Cameos in
A Life Less Ordinary and Jesus' Son remind you that, however awful
American cinema sometimes is, well, there's always Holly Hunter,
waiting patiently like Penelope to be recognised as the genius she is.
Sophie Levy
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