The Sly Identity Construction Of Vivica A. Fox

Posted at 5:45 PM Aug 27, 2008

By Kenny Herzog

Vivica A. Fox confuses me. And by confuses, I of course mean arouses (that's what the A. stands for, right?). No, I actually mean confuses, but it’s not as if she doesn’t incite the odd erotic urge. Except on VH1’s new Project Runway rip-off Glam God, of course, where she’s morphed into some hideous couture-devouring chameleon.

So, my question is, Ms. Fox (particularly now that you’re in your 40s, meaning it’s time for a stately artistic renaissance or a cosmetically enhanced nosedive into the fountain of faux-youth), what is your deal?

Are you the next Pam Grier, capable of assassinating pregnant women in Quentin Tarantino movies; a clearly talented but unfairly pigeonholed co-star of countless middle-of-the-road urban comedies; or a would-be diva taking one desperate shot at Tyra-sized fame and a lifetime of infamy on The Soup?

Judging by upcoming turns in films alongside the likes of Brad Dourif (aka the voice of Chucky in Child’s Play and its many stupendous sequels) and the suddenly svelte and less-drug-riddled Corey Haim, I’m guessing the latter. And oh, to think how high you could have climbed.