In Miss Meadows,Katie Holmes takes on a dark role that is lightyears removed from her turn as Joey Potter on Dawson’s Creek
If you were wondering what Katie Holmes has been doing since her big escape from Tom Cruise and the Church of Scientology, you might imagine a quaint New York penthouse, quality time with Suri, and small recurring roles on sitcoms and reality TV. But rest assured, the now womanly Holmes, who for so long was the icon of teen angst on Dawson’s Creek, has come out indie and angry. Or at least, that’s what her latest endeavor Miss Meadows would indicate.
This quirky and dark ditty sets the table right from the start as Holmes’s Miss Meadows, donning a dainty debutante dress and tap shoes, recites poetry (the lyrical iambs in perfect tune with her toe clicks) as she skips and hops her way through a bucolic neighborhood that might make the anxiety-riddled matrons ofDesperate Housewives a tad jealous. There’s even prancing deer and an attentive bluebird. You half expect “Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah” to break out or the fairy tale-reality seam of Once Upon a Time to open up, but Miss Meadows is something else entirely. Sure it treads on lexicons of happy childlike euphoria, but when a gruff old perv in a beat-up pickup (cliches and stereotypes abound) drives up and insists Miss Meadows get into the cab at gunpoint, the prim and proper pixie reaches into her handbag, produces a pearl-handled derringer, and bang, bang — we know we’re not in Kansas anymore. Continue reading
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