Word: viggo
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...forced to spend most of his time away from the family at work. As always, the absence of the husband conveniently opens the door for the infidelity of the wife, a pattern that plays out to perfection when Pearl becomes involved with an enigmatic blouse-seller named Walker (Viggo Mortensen), a drifter who epitomizes the care-free existence of that generation. Pearl's regression from upright mother and wife to liberated--and thus irresponsible--woman is contrasted by the simultaneous coming of age of her daughter (Anna Paquin...
Enter romantic possibility--or, in a coming-of-middle-age tale like this, inevitability--in the lank person of Walker Jerome (Viggo Mortensen), a peddler they call "the blouse man." While the others watch Neil Armstrong walk on the moon, Pearl is in the back of the blouse man's truck becoming a giddy, blossoming girl again. A few weeks later, she goes with him to Woodstock, gets baptized in Day-Glo body paint and is spotted by a horrified Alison. My mother--the hippie whore...
WHOM EACH MIGHT DATE NEXT: Tabloids link Paltrow to former A Perfect Murder co-star Viggo Mortensen; Affleck could hook up with Alanis Morissette, with whom he co-stars in an upcoming film (she plays God, a figure traditionally hard to resist...
Renaissance-man alert: VIGGO MORTENSEN, who does a mean impression of a D.H. Lawrence-quoting, gun-toting trainer and sometime Demi Moore tormentor in G.I. Jane, is actually a published poet. No sniggering, now. The actor, who speaks Spanish and Danish as well as English, has a new poetry CD called One Less Thing to Worry About. He mines his day job in his verse, which is of the spare, dark, ruminating kind, as in "Edit": "The man you were/ For one short season/ Has been pruned/ Removed/ To a well-groomed graveyard/ That smells like popcorn." Although the acting...
...character endures here. But the director, Ridley Scott, a great imagist, imparts a bleak, often astonishing beauty to the brutal, frantic (and generally drenched) scramble of training exercises. And he does not eroticize the movie's violence, handling the kinky, if unspoken, attraction that develops between O'Neil and Viggo Mortensen's master chief, the man in charge of clubbing the baby SEALs into fighting trim, with sardonic objectivity. We know where Scott's sympathies lie--he did, after all, make those terrific tributes to female capability, Alien and Thelma & Louise--but he wears them lightly. What he does superbly...