I
am always suspicious of people who can clearly and succinctly define
their personal style,” says Christina Ricci, before offering up
just such a description. “I like things that are fairly simple,”
she says. “Even if it’s silly or girly, it still has to
be streamlined in a way.” Ricci has a few designers she’ll
swear by (Azzedine Alaïa is one favorite). But the 24-year-old
veteran of Monster, Casper, Prozac Nation, and her newest, Wes Craven’s
werewolf thriller Cursed (not to mention lots of seminal indies in between),
makes two things clear. First, she almost always buys her clothes, rather
than requisitioning the freebies that could easily come her way. And
second, “I have a very different way of being when I’m waiting
to be photographed. For an actress, there’s an imaginary life
and there’s a real life.” Actress Ricci has been embracing
an ever-expanding variety of roles—a comic shrew in Woody Allen’s
Anything Else, a troubled lesbian in Monster, and now, a woman beset
by werewolves in Cursed—most of them channeling a solid core of
hysteria. “Any of the scenes where I had to run around and scream,
I had a great time,” says Ricci of Craven’s campy scarefest.
“I’m sort of not a very serious actor sometimes. That’s
why I like the horror films.” (The role has Ricci sinking her
enormous fangs into Joshua Jackson’s neck.)