Making the Face: Rob Lowe’s Nightmarish, Transfixing Behind the Candelabra Plastic Surgeon
Some posts you write for yourself, to free you of the hungry mind-goblins gnawing at your gray matter, the ones whose spell you can’t break until you ask somebody else for help. This is one of those posts, because ever since taking in Steven Soderbergh’s Behind the Candelabra, I can think of nothing but Rob Lowe’s face. Forget about the Oscar-caliber work done by Michael Douglas and Matt Damon as Liberace and Scott Thorson; in any moment Lowe appears onscreen, in his now career-defining role of Dr. I Cannot Stop Looking At His Face And He Is Eating My Soul From The Inside Out, it’s his movie.
But how did his look come together? I imagine Lowe sitting at a dressing room vanity covered in dozens of photos of vintage Kato Kaelin and late-period Michael Jackson, with only a small hole left in the middle for his own perfect visage to peek through. And he whispers to himself, “I will make us one.” He succeeded. I think a cat was also involved.
And now I am free, because I’ve shared this with you.
Enjoy the goblins.