
But that's the era we're living in now. Take Susan Seidelman, for example. Goddess of the 80s, when we were all mildly afraid of nuclear annihilation, and all trying to climb that corporate ladder in that Decade some of us like to call Me. Me myself, I was still climbing the grade school ladder. Pity those poor fools doing it now. On the other hand, they got the Twilight series, the lucky bastids. But with Desperately Seeking Susan, Making Mr. Right and She-Devil, S.S. was right there in the crotch of the MTV zeitgeist. But just as The Game gets skipped over between Se7en and Fight Club when discussing Fincher's résumé, she faltered a bit with Cookie, but hey, Nobody's Perfekt. And then, shunned by her fellow chick auteurs, the 90s doomed Miss Susan to B-list projects and, GASP! TV shows! On the other hand, Sex and the City, it's HBO, not TV. Still, she clearly wasn't in with the hip Gas Food Lodging indie crowd.
As for the 2000s, the Dubya decade, well, The Onion doomed Boynton Beach Club to a lifetime of getting passed over in the Comedy section of the local video store. I know, it's not The Onion's fault. (Watch their Comedy Central show in the new year!) But it's not all bad news: according to the IMDb, Susan's just turned 58! She's got at least a half a decade on that Mary Lambert...
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