You WIN! And you don’t win for anybody else. And you ride it you ride it like a skeleton horse through the gates of hell, and then you win, Ricky. And you know that fear is powerful, because it has been there for billions of years. You need to grab a hold of that line between speed and chaos, and you need to wrestle it to the ground like a demon cobra! And then, when the fear rises up in your belly, you use it. You need to go out there, and you need to rev your engine.
Or in Camille speak: the shot is Sharp Objects, the chaser is…įive dollars to the next actor who goes into an audition with this monologue:
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In Sharp Objects, Amy Adams is a self-harming alcoholic journalist who’s suffered extreme traumas, but sometimes, she gets to play fun characters, too! Here’s what I recommend: after every episode of Sharp Objects, you should watch a light and fluffy and amusing Amy Adams movie (there’s a schedule below). It’s going to be hard to grit through seven more weeks of - mild spoiler for next Sunday’s episode - watching a pig teeth’s get pulled out with pliers, though. Point, Sharp Objects is a dark, dour show, where the closest thing to a joke is Adams, as Camille Preaker, calling herself “trash from old money.” It’s also, thanks largely to the canny writing and editing, naturalistic directing, and superb performances (shout out to Patricia Clarkson, who’s constantly on the verge of catching a mighty case of vapors), a very good show. In the first episode of the HBO mini-series Sharp Objects (created by Buffy the Vampire Slayer all-star Marti Noxon based on Gillian Flynn’s page-turning novel of the same name directed by Big Little Lies helmer Jean-Marc Vallée), star Amy Adams does the following: drinks, stares at a toilet in a dingy motel room, drinks some more, is a writer, masturbates while thinking of sexually violent photos, chain smokes, passes out in her car outside the local bar, sees a dead girl, walks out of a funeral, cuts herself, and continues to drink.
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