A bit less than 30 years ago I profiled Bridget Fonda for the N.Y. Times. The piece, largely based on my visiting the Arizona set of Bodies, Rest and Motion and sharing a nice dinner with her, ran in August ‘92. I liked Bridget a lot; I even felt what you might call a semi-profound kinship with her.
And so, three decades on, I have no comment about the alleged, recently snapped photos of her that have just surfaced. No comment except I literally cried out when I saw them. We all get older but…well, bear with me. Sorry but I’m startled, partly because she’s the niece of Jane Fonda and there’s a certain image or association that comes with that.
That said, I hope Bridget is happy. Maybe the Mail made a mistake. Saying no more.
