We’ve long since known her as the independent movie world’s dark, disturbed little darling. She’s the poster-child of arty american film; the cinematic queen of damaged goods. But that’s the actress we’re talking about. Who is… ch ristina
ricci ? Wild child? Outcast? Tortured soul? White trash? Perhaps – or even probably – none of the above. And what makes you think she would ever let you close enough to find out?