Last night, I watched the first episode of Season Four of Six Feet Under - the one with Lisa's funeral. Her mother seemed terribly familiar in her pop-eyed stroppy magnificence and I could not place her until almost the end, when I went 'O god, Lambert in Alien' and checked and it was Veronica Cartwright.
To whom the years have been less kind than to Sigourney Weaver, I suppose, but then, I was still only thirty or so when I saw Alien. Time in an everflowing stream bears all our looks away.
Which is sort of the plot of Thirteen Going On Thirty,( Collapse )