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"&lt;wm:embed type=\"related\"&gt;&lt;/wm:embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;Billed as &amp;quot;an imaginary portrait of Diane Arbus,&amp;quot; Fur decidedly does have hair on its balls. Director Steven Shainberg (he did the fearless &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href=\"../../../movies/reviews/secretary-20020905\"&gt;Secretary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) had no access to Arbus&amp;apos; famed photos of society&amp;apos;s outcasts. So with a script by Erin Cressida Wilson, he imagines what might have turned Arbus, played with more chill than necessary by Nicole Kidman, from a 1950s housewife and mother into a chronicler of the misbegotten and a suicide at forty-eight. Enter the fictional character of Lionel Sweeney (Robert Downey Jr.), a mysterious figure with a hood who moves into the apartment upstairs. It turns out Lionel suffers from a condition that covers his body with fur. It&amp;apos;s Diane&amp;apos;s professional and erotic obsession with Lionel and his circle of freaks that defines her career. Downey makes something lively, sexy and moving out of a role that&amp;apos;s just a thin concept. But the movie feels like it&amp;apos;s still in the darkroom.&lt;/p&gt;"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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