Jennifer Aniston is everywhere. “Have you opened a paper or magazine in the last two weeks and not seen her? Did she finance Marley & Me herself?” asks Ken Levine on the Huffington Post. Even without a blockbuster to her name, the former Friend has become a bonafide movie star: “She’s got everything it takes. She’s beautiful. She shows her breasts. She’s not a Scientologist.”
Aniston can no longer hide out at a theater in glasses, needing a shampoo, as the author once saw her years ago; today “there'd be guys on their hands and knees picking up her discarded popcorn kernels.” She must miss “those days when she could sit in the dark and be a schlump,” which is why Levine loves her—“just not enough to spend eleven bucks to see her in a movie about a dog.”
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