Halle Berry Kicking Arse and Adventures with Bratty Boy

Let me start by saying that I'm no big fan of Halle Berry as an actress. Throughout her career I have been underwhelmed by her acting ability. Don't even get me started on her Oscar win for that ridiculously bad Monster movie! Yes, she's GORGE (GB's term for gorgeous) and her body is sick - these are non-debateable facts. But her acting ability has never been a strong point. That being said, I recently caught Catwoman on HBO (yes, it was a slow night.) I must profess to you that Halle was robbed of critical acclaim for her work as Catwoman. I jest not!

Halle's work in Catwoman displayed more than an iota of acting ability. She nailed the mousy, clumsy, shy girl character perfectly. Yet, she also nailed the assertive, strong, confident Catwoman character. I was highly impressed! I started watching the movie with beyond low expectations but was pleasantly surprised.

My theory on Catwoman's bombing at the box office is this: Hollywood, America, society is not ready to watch a beautiful, strong Black (cat)woman kicking arse! Especially kicking white, mostly male arse. Plain and simple. You can disagree with me but that's my theory and I'm sticking to it.

By the by, as you may know, the very handsome Benjamin Bratt plays Halle's love interest in the movie. A few years ago, designergirl and I went with our respective Misters to Parrot Cay in Turks and Caicos for a little R&R. (I truly needed the R&R, designergirl, well that's a whole 'nother post. Her life is basically about shopping and R&R. Yes, I'm jealous, aren't we all?) Anywho, there were a few celebrities also catching some R&R while we were at Parrot Cay. To me, the only celebrity that was worthy of any sort of excitement was, yup you guessed it, Benjamin Bratty Boy.

For those who need to know, the other celebrities included Winona Ryder, fresh off her sticky fingers episode. There were bad jokes flying everywhere about watching your bag when she was around. Poor girl, she really did seem like a tortured soul. She was with an unknown, looked like a rock 'n roller boy. The other celebrity was Matthew Perry, whatever.

Back to Bratty Boy. Ladies and gay friends let me atest, Bratty Boy is perhaps even finer in person. (NB, his wife Talisa Soto is also astoundingly beautiful.) But beyond being beautiful, Bratty Boy and the Mrs. were also friendly and down-to-earth. They showed us pictures of their then 8 month old baby girl and were otherwise very nice. Designergirl and I, of course, were mortified to be seen in our bathing suits in front of such a perfect couple. Later at dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Bratty stopped by our table to say hi etc. Afterward, this woman who was on her honeymoon was practically having a conniption, she was in awe that we "knew" the Brattys. As fun as it would have been to make up stories about our longstanding friendship with the Brattys, we confessed that we had just met them earlier in the day. Ah! And so go the adventures with Bratty Boy.