Dawg's out of the bag...
As an unabashed, longtime Bonnie Hunt enthusiast, I decided to disregard yesterday's premiere of The Bonnie Hunt Show in favor of today's episode for blog purposes, partly because Hunt seemed really nervous for the whole first episode and not entirely herself, and partly because the lunatic impression/accent generator on speed that is Robin Williams on a talk show annoyingly took up most of it. Bonnie seemed much more relaxed today during both her monologue (which she does sitting behind a desk that is so low it's distracting) and her interview with the fabulous Swoosie Kurtz, who I'd wager is a lot less frustrating to interview than Robin Williams.
It's one of the charms of Homicide that, most of the time, most of the characters have bad hair -- Falsone's slicked-back, mullety number; Kellerman's floofy zipper-parted job -- because the show isn't about that. They're homicide detectives; they've got bigger things to worry about. But some of these reruns are 15 years old now, and it shows. Especially in the hair of certain guest stars who went on to bigger and Ledger things, like the one pictured at right.
Yes, that's a fetal Jake Gyllenhaal, and that's the only photo I could find from his guest shot on H: LotS (it's the same ep that stars Robin Williams), but it only begins to suggest the tonsorial hilarity that awaits the viewer, because naturally he's got it shaved up in the back for that mushroom look -- a.k.a. "the David Silver." And he is teeny, too. Robin Williams, just out of frame, is not a big guy, and he's like a foot taller than Li'llenhaal.
My boy Jake is matching him pound for pound in the ham department, though, holy shit.
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