Does sex sell?
It could just be me, but the more Jennifer Aniston contributes to the objectification of women, the more it seems to me that Fate conspires to expose her slender silver-screen talents for what they are. Aniston's biggest box-office success, the $484-million grossing Bruce Almighty, was a long eight years ago. More recently have come a string of critical duds: He's Just Not That Into You (2009), and 2010's Bounty Hunter and The Switch (opening weekend box-office "a dispiriting $8.4 million," said The Hollywood Reporter)
In between the zenith and current nadir, Aniston chose to market herself as perhaps the most flesh-exposing supposed A-list actor ever:
Sorry, Ms. Aniston, but anyone can disrobe. Genius is Audrey Hepburn as an icon of sexuality swathed head to toe in Givenchy.
So endth my Victoria Day weekend rant.
Victoria, as it happens, was one of the most sexually charged women to draw breath, notwithstanding the misnomer of the "Victorian Era."
"Oh! To feel I was, and am, loved by such an Angel as Albert was too great a delight to describe! He is perfection," said the longest-reigning British monarch of her consort. "When day dawned," Her Highness recalled of another occasion "(for we did not sleep much) and I beheld that beautiful angelic face by my side, it was more than I can express! He does look so beautiful in his shirt only, with his beautiful throat seen."