“I didn’t have Thirty something, Barkin was born in the Bronx and raised in Queens. Her soft-cheeked Beth was nearly cross-eyed with wistful confusion.
I had to be able to come alone.”Breast-feeding has filled out the whiplash figure. The outstanding curl of femininity amid a bumper crop of slicked-down heads belonging to Daniel Stern, Kevin Bacon, Paul Reiser, Steve Guttenberg, and Mickey Rourke (among others), she used her outsider status to poignant effect.
Frank begins investigating a serial killer who finds her victims through the personal ads and kills them while the song "Sea of Love" plays on the stereo.
Responding to one of the ads, Frank finds himself falling in love with the sultry blonde Helen (Ellen Barkin), who happens to be the most likely suspect.
Barkin just had a baby, but motherhood has done nothing to knock the uneasy edge off her up-front eroticism. A new mother, Barkin must budget her time between breast-feedings of her son, Jack. Feeding him has filled out the whiplash figure she inflicted on Al Pacino in before,” she later says, flipping open the flap of her coat. After repairing her smile Barkin attended the High School of the Performing Arts and Hunter College and studied acting.
James Wolcott talks to Tinseltown&s toughest cookie, a provocateur without apology who refuses to keep her sexuality—or her tongue—in check‘I f I were Sean Penn, you’d be on your ass,” says Ellen Barkin at an East Village restaurant-bar consumed in shadow. The woman speaks with her hands and the man bends his head to receive his fate. Her features are sleep-blurred, but her eyes have a sly roam. “If I were Sean Penn, you’d be on your ass,” she says of our sissy drinks. “No, it wasn’t the kids upstairs in the bedroom smoking joints. She also waitressed downtown at the Bagel, where she attracted suitors.