Bree
Marcia CrossLet Gabrielle be the sexpot and leave Susan to the ditzy-divorcée routine. Bree Van De Kamp has a deeper role: She is Wisteria Lane's beacon of perfection — the exquisitely starched pleat in a wash-and-wear world — and God love her, it's the only thing keeping her sane.
We didn't always love Bree, so correct in her deportment she made Miss Manners look sloppy. Then we saw the cracks: the ungrateful children who choked down her basil puree, the husband who cries at climax. It wasn't until we learned that she'd scrubbed her mother's blood off the pavement after a gruesome Christmas Eve accident that it dawned on us: Bree is one complicated hausfrau — not simply the most three-dimensional of the bunch but, in fact, the most desperate. Who among us doesn't have a soft spot for someone who's just crazy enough, say, to cover up for a vehicular-homicidal maniac son, but also to plant drugs in his locker?
Yes, Bree is exactly the kind of crazy we want on our side.
IN HER OWN WORDS ''I love that she is such a young soul as a human being. She's not, like, deeply developed and she's not aware of what she's doing all the time,'' says Cross with a laugh. ''From someone like myself who's had like lots of therapy, and I have my master's in psychology...I love that I'm playing this woman that's driven by things that she doesn't even know about.''
HER FAVORITE MOMENT ''Not to be shallow, but I really enjoyed that moment with the burrito. It was the conflict of wanting to be this free, sexy woman and having all these restrictions that she can't help herself.''
WHAT WE WANT FOR BREE Let her play the hero by discovering that her fixated pharmacist is killing Rex by swapping his pills.
WHAT WE DON'T D-I-V-O-R-C-E. Those crazy kids were meant for each other — to torture endlessly.
