Week 2: Netflix, why hast thou foresaken me?

Wither thou new disc, Netflix? We accidentally received a duplicate copy of Drop Dead Gorgeous again today. I've never had this happen before in my near-perfect Netflix relationship. It's a little like dating the perfect guy only to discover one day that he has a long nose hair or an unmistakable odor of beets. Sigh.

Oh well, so we watched it again. And it was hilarious all over again. Which brings me to another topic on this movie, which I was just discussing with my coworkers, Lisa and Brad. Get comfy because this might take a while.

Brittany Murhphy. WTF?

In both Drop Dead Gorgeous and Clueless, Britt is this adorably quirky, chubby, off-kilter girl with an insane laugh and a great ability to be the butt of the joke. And we loved her for it. Among all the pert profiles, glossy hair and plasticene features of the typical teenage movie actress, here was a girl who looked like an actual real human being. Awkward ninth-grade girls everywhere, rejoice! Here was a Hollywood actress just like you!

She seemed to be on the path to a Parker Posey-esque career of playing the oddball in quirky films. Remember her in Girl, Interrupted? Wasn't she great? Life with Britt was good.

And then suddenly there was an actress claiming to be Brittany Murphy, but this was not OUR Brittany Murphy. No, this one had a starvation figure, a new nose, a new hairline and was starring in some commercial crap called Uptown Girls. I'll say it again, WTF?

Like most problems in Hollywood, I'm choosing to blame Britt's downfall on her brief association with Ashton Kutcher. I can understand that while dating him, it must have been hard to know that he was the prettier girl in the relationship. That could drive a girl to do insane things. Like switching to a celery juice diet and surgically altering your hairline.

I can understand, really. But let this be a warning to you, Brittany Murphy, if I see you starring in a Jerry Bruckheimer film next, you're officially out of my life.