So this morning, Mrs. Rhymer is surfing and I am eating a bagel when I hear a delighted chirp come from her general vicinity. When I ask her what’s up, she tells me that she’s just come across a clip from the Jude Law Alfie remake which has a lovely, lovely shot of http://www.sexydesktop.co.uk/code/cool.cgi?celebid=krak17;celebname=Jane%20Krakowski;logid=mh;size=13;babe=1;mature=0 legs. This is notable, you see, because Ms. K. is the one person who is on both our lists of persons we’re allowed to sleep with without repercussions.
But this isn’t about Jane Krakowski’s hotness, though I could write volumes about that. It’s about her relative lack of superstardom. What kind of world do we live in that Julia Roberts makes mega-millions while Jane–both more talented by every metric, and hotter to boot–does not?
But that’s just my opinion. What artists do the rest of you think have been robbed by fate?