Perfect skin. If Lloyd Cole had been singing around the traps now, that song would have to be about Cate Blanchett, whose pale, pearly skin seems to glow from within like those milky globes on art deco lamps. It is hardly the look of the bronzed Australian of myth; nor is her cool, poised intelligence, remarked on by everyone who meets her, exactly what outsiders expect. A good Aussie sheila is loud and brash, feisty and philistine; Blanchett is more like a brainy Grace Kelly. [More]