I can’t believe no one’s mentioned Charlie Epps from Numb3rs (David Krumholtz). The character has a combination of good hair, soulful eyes, and brains that I found fascinating from the first episodes. I’m glad he found a girlfriend during the series’ second season…I can dream. The only ookie aspect of this is that I’m about 20 years older than the character.
My husband thinks I watch the show because I love an intelligent who-done-it.
Love, Phil
The kind you find in stories like THE LAST UNICORN. 
You gotta admit, when JG got into her Lefty-activist mode she seems to have thought she had to uglify to be taken seriously.
Tho RE Cats&Dogs, I totally agree with you.
I, too, find Janeane Garofalo hotter than Uma.
Also found it hard to accept Lili Taylor as somebody a guy takes to a party where he is competing with others to see who can find the ugliest date. This was the premise of Dogfight.
Re: Janeane—I think her weight worked against her. Haven’t seen her lately. Plus she’s outspoken/intelligent which will turn some guys off.
She was in a fun little movie called “The Matchmaker,” which you might find in a bargain bin for $5.
Re: Lili, didn’t she have horrible teeth (prosthetic) in that?
Comanche Indian.
It may annoy some guys that she is outspoken and allegedly intelligent, sure. But in general that seems like the kind of thing some ugly smart chicks say to avoid the fact that they just aren’t hot.
Also, saying that Janeane is hotter than Uma is akin to saying vomit tastes better than shit.
Has anyone mentioned Pam from The Office yet? I’m too lazy to re-read, but she gets my vote. And my “attention” if you know what I mean, har har.
That sounds like something guys say when they don’t have a point.
Another Uma and Janeane pic that shows both the power of light, make-up, angles and personal taste. The movie was unbearable (and Garofalo couldn’t have felt good playing such a pathetic character, but I guess it pays the bills).
A fine figger of a woman, Janeane is, whether fat or thin – but next to Uma? There’s no comparison!
Yes. Ms. Garafolo is far, far, far, far, far – oh, let’s just pretend I typed ‘far’ twelve thousand times, shall well-- hotter.
In American Pie, Mena Suvari was a choir geek and Alyson Hannigan was a band geek. Only Shannon Elizabeth’s and Tara Reid’s characters were considered “hot”.
Bridget Fonda’s character in Singles also considered herself somewhat plain and undeveloped in the breastular area.
Her personality is hideous (at least the personality of her characters). She’s usually bitter, sarcastic, sullen and mean. And quite frankly, she’s average looking at best and a gross pig at worst.
I should point out that IRL, women tend to place a much greater and often disproportionate amount of emphasis on their physical appearance. That is why many suffer from body image issues and related eating disorders. If they are having trouble meeting men, it’s not because they are shy or have unpleasent personalities or are boring, it’s because, in their mind they are not tall, blond, pretty and big breasted enough. So it’s not unrealistic for a somewhat short, pudgy and sullen Janeane Garafolo to constantly feel inferior around tall, blonde, outgoing (and yet horsefaced) Uma.
In “The Princess Diaries” they took a good-looking and quirky Ann Hathaway and made her into every every plucked, straightened, lasixed starlet in So Cal.
StG
It happens enough to be a Hollywood cliche and I should remember more.
In Final Destination one of the female characters is an outcast because she wears dark clothes and sits in the corner brooding. That character is played by Ali Larter. In a real high school she would have a hard time finding a corner to brood in, they would be filled with drooling high school boys.
Since I have a keyboard in front of me I will wade in on the Jeanne Garafolo thing. Why not? In that movie I thought she was cute. I have never found Uma Thurman to be that pretty. Her eyes are too far apart which makes her look kind of odd. Not ugly but not beautiful. At the time of that movie I would put them pretty even in the looks department. Now Uma wins without a fight. Note to Jeanne Garafolo and Amy Winehouse, crudely drawn prison tattoos are not attractive. And volume does not make it better.
Elly May Clampett . More interested in wrasslin’ and tendin’ the critters than making sure her coiffure was straight.
For your consideration I submit the character of Miss Hester Wallace in Enigma. The film version was (in most respects) extremely faithful to the novel – so much so that for the purposes of this discussion, the two are effectively conflated. Except for one point.
Let’s get this out of the way. My personal jury is still out on whether or not the casting of Kate Winslet in the movie was a good choice. Don’t misunderstand me – she’s one of my favorite actresses, and her performance is absolutely first rate in every way. But asking me to accept her as a frump – even in comparison to the stunning Saffron Burrows – is just nanometers from my “suspension of disbelief” threshold. Let’s face it. Kate Winslet just has a difficult time not being hot.
Okay, now that I’ve got that off my chest…
Hester Wallace, the daughter of a CoE minister, has almost come to accept the dullness of her quiet life in small-town England when WWII breaks out. A twenty-something spinster, she teaches classical languages at an old-fashioned public school for girls, coaching as well the occasional lacrosse team. She’s three times as smart as anyone she meets, but keeps that little tidbit to herself – what good would it do her to let anyone else know? One day she notices an advertisement in the Times concerning a crossword puzzle competition. She fills out the form, completes the super-challenging puzzle with contemptuous ease, and mails it off. Further tests follow, and she eventually receives a very official-looking letter from the Ministry of Defense instructing her to pack up her things and report sine die to an obscure little government campus called Bletchley Park.
After this promising change in her situation, however, Hester’s life once again slows into a tedious and unrewarding drudgery. She is forced to watch without complaint as the men she outperformed in qualification trials become cryptoanylists while she, being female and having no influential connections, is a mere filing clerk. Her own supervisor is a greasy little prick who won’t consider giving her a promotion or even a transfer unless she proves willing to…err…take care of his personal filing. Just to rub further salt into her wounded ego, Hester’s housemate, Claire, is a firecracker who has every straight man in a twelve-mile radius salivating.
All of this is just background information. The story itself centers not around Hester, but on a certain Mr. Tom Jericho – a Bletchley Park cryptographer whose relationship with Claire (particularly the sudden termination thereof) derailed his faculties a couple of months back and sent him into a nervous breakdown. As Enigma opens, Tom is recalled from his recuperatory exile when the German U-Boat “weather code” changes – effectively blocking Bletchley Park’s ability to read Kriegsmarine U-Boat communications. It had been Tom who cracked the code before, and it’s up to Tom to crack it again. Oddly enough, this change in the weather code happens at the same that Claire (Tom’s ex-girlfriend, and Hester’s housemate) disappears. What results is one of the most brilliant little espionage thrillers ever conceived.
We return inevitably to the subject of Hester. She’s an integral part of the story, and our noble hero (who is, let’s face it, a knock-kneed wuss, albeit a brilliant one) could never have cracked the case without her. Quite against her own expectations, let alone anyone else’s, the mousy Miss Wallace discovers her inner steel and, blossoms into a force to be reckoned with.
Why she is hot.
Greatest moment
Hester is constantly taking off and polishing her glasses – nervous habit. At one such moment her supervisor leans in and says “you know, without your glasses, you don’t look half bad.” Without missing a beat, she retorts, “you know, without my glasses, nor do you.” Ouch.
I’m in love.
No, she was a goody-goody choir-girl priss. She was considered hot enough, but unlikely to let you score:
:rolleyes:
