In concept I adore the long running television series "Inside the Actors Studio". No matter how much it is discussed the actors process is still a mysterious / riveting thing to me. But in execution I despise the show itself. It's one overly long tongue bath for celebrities both praiseworthy and un. In the place of actual soul searching you get faux regurgitated revelations with carefully prepackaged and scripted PR drivel. I only watch it when I stupidly allow myself to hope that it will be interesting suddenly or (more commonly) when a star I love too much deigns to appear and be drooled on by James Lipton. He's the singularly most annoying interviewer in the history of televised interviews (which is saying a lot) and this season (date TBA) his spittle will be landing on my very own goddess, Michelle Pfeiffer.
La Pfeiffer is hardly unacclimated to being worshipped. Most people would call an hour of shameless "you are the [superlative] [profession] who ever lived" honors as one of the great days of their life. For Pfeiffer one assumes she'll call it, oh, "Tuesday". She won't be alarmed at the thesaurus of awestruck adjectives that will accompany Mr. Lipton's hour of "conversation". But I will. I've been known to drop truckloads of worshipful adjectives at her feet myself so I know this will read hypocritical but listening to James Lipton do it will make me profoundly uncomfortable. Because you see: I know that everyone gets this treatment be they legends, strangely enduring mediocrities, or flashes-in-pans. To James Lipton Michelle Pfeiffer is interchangeable with, say, Kate Hudson. And that just ain't right.