Jennifer Lopez. She is so defeated that she doesn’t even realize she’s not deep-throating a mid-level tractor company executive behind the strip club. That vacant look in her eyes says more than her voice ever could. She has forgotten what it was like to sing. What happened to that little girl?
Jessica Alba. She’s not eating this sandwich so much as she’s contemplating its existence. How can it be that it is thicker than her midsection? This is worrying information, but she can’t do anything about it— she has to lose ten pounds if she’s to land this part. That necklace didn’t pay for itself.
Mark Wahlberg, taking a break. Did he suspect his life would turn out this way? Hiding behind a Camry on Ventura Boulevard, choking down a dry sandwich? He did — the only difference being he expected it to be a lonely man’s penis.