Elisabeth Sladen And Mary McDonnell Are The Same Person (or Debra Messing is trying to haunt me) (or whatever happened to Helen Hunt?)

This is essentially Separated at Birth Part 2 because I was going back and trying to toss out some of the excess bad cut and pasting jobs I did from yesterday when I realized I didn’t showcase this piece of evidence:

Maybe Elisabeth Sladen was trying to find a way to do both science fiction and more traditional, critically acclaimed roles so she created this American doppelgänger in Mary McDonnell to handle the Wolves, Grand Canyon and Passion Fish type parts. Of course Mare kind of screwed up that theory by starring in Battlestar Galactica but I still think it’s a valid argument.

And since I was still thinking in this vein and just cuz I had the Traveling Wilburys on in the background (despite the fact that my pal King Juan Carlos of Spain* has suggested on numerous occasions that I stopped listening to any pop music that came out after the last major Supertramp record – see Juan, the Wilburys released their first album in 88’ so ha! I am on the cutting edge of modern music) and as I thought of the Wilbury supergroup lineup, I started thinking about how the last time I saw Bob Dylan he looked like Vincent Price:


And then my mind wandered spasmodically to a few other have-to-be long-lost relatives like Dita Von Teese and Rumer Willis:


Which reminded me of this time I was going through a Tyrone Power obsession (like one does) and rented a film noir/melodrama of his called Nightmare Alley costarring Helen Walker, who if she isn’t related to Will & Grace’s Debra Messing then it can only be because Debra Messing is Walker’s reincarnation:


And listen…Walker died in 68’. Any guesses on when Deb came into the world? Whooooooo…cue in the creepy ethereal music please, o ye blog gods**

Then I thought of recent look-alikes that have been troubling me of late, Brian F. O’ Byrne, Clark Gregg and John Benjamin Hickey:

They confuse me because every time I see one of them I always think it’s the same guy from The New Adventures of Old Christine. But Gregg wasn’t in the recent film Then She Found Me; that was Hickey. And for those who have indeed been wondering whatever happened to Helen Hunt, this was a film she co-wrote, produced, directed and starred in and managed to do all of it sublimely, without it looking remotely like a diva production. Truly it’s one of her best and most organic performances and she never resorts to her usual look-at-how-natural-I-am-when-I-do-that-shrug-smirk style acting – which I always found forced and which obviously wound up limiting her choice of roles. In this performance, however, she is unwaveringly honest; and as director she likewise garnered performances from Colin Firth and Bette Midler that are unexpected but spot-on. The result is a really beautiful little film and it’s a shame more people didn’t see it. Go rent it now! Because if you stay here, I’ll have no recourse but to point out again that Neil Finn has morphed into an insane version of Patrick Duffy.


* I don’t really speak with any royals; this is yet another cleverly placed pseudonym.
**Not joking…my computer totally flickered and my Internet connection shut off just after I typed that last sentence. Debra Messing is out to get me!!!!!