What Happened to Brittany Murphy?
I met her during the Toronto International Film Festival in 2006 at an after hours party. She seemed cranked up on something – possibly ecstasy – and was fully buried in oblivion on the dance floor by the time we arrived, grinding up on 2 different men, spinning around suggestively, and still the sweetest girl ever. Genuinely a good person. And kind. And friendly.
Which is why it’s really too bad. It’s really too bad whatever is going on with her. Whatever she thinks she’s found in this creepy man – my smutty sense is shouting that it’s wrong. Wrong!
Here’s Brittany in New York for fashion week spotted at various shows. The lips, the hair, the emptiness in her eyes, the way her husband keeps leering at her, the ugly ass shoes on her feet, she’s always looked like a hooker, there’s always been an element of trash about her appearance but now it’s almost graduated from trash to seedy, you know what I mean?
Trash at the very least can have a sense of humour. Seedy is just sinister. Seedy is just sad. Is she sad smut too?
Photos from Wenn.com