Few people stare better than Clea DuVall. Just straight ahead, unblinking. People always say a smile is your best accessory, but I rather prefer Clea when she doesn’t. Not that she doesn’t have a lovely smile, the way the lines around her mouth crinkle and stretch. But something about that slightly sullen, somewhat bemused stare just makes me weak. Clea’s been making me weak for ten years now, since she sulked into my heart as the surly Graham in “But I’m a Cheerleader.” That scene at the bar, as she leans against it in that black shirt and watches Natasha Lyonne dance with Julie Delpy. Deal sealed. But then, of course, I’ve always had a thing for the tomboys. And that she may also be fulfilling her tomboy tendencies with the lovely Camila Grey of Uh Huh Her, gosh, that’s making me weak all over again. Happy weekend, all.p.s. I dare you to find a more gay and more kick-ass photo than this. Double-dog, even.
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