I have been awake for over 30 hours, having tried what should have been a simple preemptive Christmas flight that instead left me re-routed, then stranded in Indianapolis, then stranded in Orlando, neither of which I intended to go to in the first place. At one of these dreary, fluorescent-lit airport trysts, I met a girl bound for Milwaukee who was a dead ringer for (brunette) Brittany Murphy. That vibrant, scene stealing Brittany Murphy we all love from the likes of “8 mile” or “The Dead Girl.”
We talked for a while about how jacked we both were and she offered some cheery advice about surviving the night in the purgatory in which we found ourselves amid the occasional shouting match and two fire alarms. I turned to talk to someone else and when I looked back a minute later she was gone. I didn’t see her again. I didn’t know while this was going on that the real Brittany Murphy had died (if I had I probably would have just creeped her out by bringing it up). I only ever think about Brittany Murphy, look alikes and apparitions aside, when I’m hankering for eat-in chicken – which is actually quite often. That’s my favorite Murphy character, the damaged, chicken obsessed Daisy, in “Girl, Interrupted.” She’s down in “Clueless” too, rollin’ with the homies, who’d have thought that chick would blossom into such a doll?
Murphy’s star was one that has gone neglected of late. She had branched out in recent years in some aspects though, performing songs for “Happy Feet” including Freddie Mercury’s “Somebody To Love.” Less thrilling to me is her collaboration with Paul Oakenfold for “Faster Kill Pussycat.” But she was clearly proving that she was an adorable triple threat… here she is, in undies, singing “Nobody Does It Better” (from ’04’s “Little Black Book”).
MTV has the scoop on her announced and unfinished films, but I doubt any of them were truly on par with her talents.