Demi Moore has large breasts, and she loves to show them. Why shouldn’t she? They’re not really hers anyway, since they are less the handiwork of God than Dow Corning, Inc., makers of the silicone-gel packet. Besides which, Moore plainly says that her willingness to bare all — or, at least, every inch of her that has been approved for public display by her plastic surgeon and Vanity Fair photographer Annie Leibovitz — is what makes her worth $ 12 million a picture.
True, she didn’t receive quite that much to play Hester Prynne, perhaps the most memorable female character in American literature, in the new film version of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter. That paycheck came when she was cast in Strip Tease, due out this Christmas, in which she plays Mother Teresa — I mean, a stripper. Fear not, dear reader; just because Moore didn’t get $ 12 mil doesn’t mean you have to wait until Christmas to get a look at her in the altogether. And if a great American novel is desecrated in the process, who cares? What are you, some kind of elitist?
