Claire Danes

Today I write about Claire Danes. Unlike previous posts about actresses, this one cannot be defined as a hot actress who can’t act.

To frontload the good, Claire Danes can certainly act. She has never been in a role in which she uttered her lines like a zombie. She can express emotions fairly well and can draw the viewer in with her portrayals.

Unfortunately, she’s about as compelling as a dead goldfish on a sidewalk. And the goldfish may be more compelling if it’s begun to bloat.

I don’t know what it is about Claire Danes that repulses me. By traditional standards, I guess she’s not unattractive. Some would say she’s hot. To me, she’s not hot at all.

Although she can act adequately, I find nothing about her acting that makes me really appreciate her. She can convey her part, but in almost every case I can think of an actress who could have done it better.

She also always plays her parts with a little too much whine, which is a shame because the only cheese you can get in movie theaters to go with it is that gross liquid cheese that comes on stale nachos. And that’s exactly the kind of whine she brings — the gross liquid stale kind.

Looking over her filmography, I can’t find a single film that I loved. Of the ones I liked, I could easily peg her as my least favorite part. That’s just the deal — no matter what part you put her in she always feels like the second-best person for the job in my opinion.

I just don’t like Claire Danes. She’s probably a fine person in real life, but I would be happier if she fell out of the limelight and contributed to mankind in some other meaningful way.

On the upside, she does have a Governator number of 1.