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Sydney Sweeney, according to longtime Hollywood producer Carol Baum, «isn’t pretty and can’t act,» and them’s fightin’ words.
The fact is that Sweeney is drop-dead gorgeous. There’s a reason that the entertainment industry and its assorted hangers-on plaster her image on every available screen, magazine cover, tweet, etc. In her public appearances — I’ll get into her film and TV appearances momentarily — she embodies old-school Hollywood glamor, with her décolletage going all the way out to places where mere mortal women don’t even have places.
Sweeney’s good looks aren’t subject to debate. They simply are — and I say that as a devoted leg man who prefers brunettes.
Honestly, I don’t know whether Sweeney can act or not. I’ve never watched anything she’s in. I understand that she’s appeared topless more than once and, as a fan of that old-school Hollywood glamor, I wish she had left a bit more to the imagination. (It’s also true that my 15-year-old self is/was going/has to invent/ed a time machine and travel 40 years into the future just to ask what the hell went wrong with me.)
I am, however, looking forward to seeing «Immaculate» when it hits streaming. It probably isn’t for many readers of this site, but I have a longstanding love of Italian horror, no matter how uncomfortable, and «Immaculate» looks to be a modern take on ’70s giallo.
That brings us to Baum and her one-woman war on Sweeney.
