Courtesy of writer Charles McGrath, in last week's New York Times Book Review, I have just learned all sorts of unexpected things about the lovely and talented Carrie Fisher. And a few other Hollywood types. (Fisher has a new tell-all memoir out, obviously).
And of course there was George Lucas, who cast her [Fisher] as Princess Leia in Star Wars and made her a pinup girl for generations of geeky adolescents who gazed up in longing at their bedroom poster of Ms. Fisher in a metallic bikini, chained to a giant slug.
"George Lucas ruined my life," Ms. Fisher says, which doesn't seem entirely fair. On the other hand, in a book full of weirdos, he emerges as possibly the strangest of all. He wouldn't let Ms. Fisher wear a bra under her Princess Leia shift because, as he patiently explained to her, there is no underwear in space: according to Lucas-physics, if you were to wear a bra in a weightless environment, your bra would strangle you.
That last, of course, is especially hilarious when you consider that the Star Wars films are practically a shrine to the other great idea of Lucas-physics, which is that you can hear explosions in airless space. You know -- like when the Death Star blows up.
In any case, here's one more, er, interesting tidbit from Wishful Drinking, courtesy of McGrath.
When the author was 15, Ms. [Debbie] Reynolds gave her a vibrator for Christmas, and also gave one to her own mother, who declined to use it for fear it would short out her pacemaker [emphasis mine].
Words, as they say, fail me. In any case, you can read the rest of the review here.