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For D'Art's Sake
Vanities
Good-bye, tweeds. Hello, thigh boots and plumed hats. In a jolly holiday remake of The Three Musketeers, CHRIS O'DONNELL leaves the handsome clean-scrubbed preppy of Scent of a Woman behind to play D'Artagnan— a handsome clean-scrubbed 17thcentury swashbuckler. The role of D'Art, as O'Donnell calls him, was a kick to prepare for—like attending a two-month fencing camp, he says. Shooting in England was rather more arduous. Not a sports section in sight—and all that clotted cream. "Ever have clotted cream?" he demands, shuddering at the memory. "They live for this stuff." Still, he took to the costume genre like sword to sheath. Even the plumed hats. "I don't miss them," he says, smiling. "I stole them." The boots too.
GEORGE KALOGERAKIS
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