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” she calls out in the middle of a scene on Valentine’s Day.
that I've had several dates with Teri Hatcher are not true.'" Hatcher, who plays hapless single mum Susanne Mayer in 'Desperate Housewives', has also denied she was dating the Oscar-winner.Behind the pale lemon-yellow walls of Susan Mayer’s house, her ex-husband sits at the kitchen table, eating cake and gloating at the angry confrontation he has engineered between Mike the plumber and Susan’s current flame, Dr. As cast and crew members watch, Teri Hatcher careens frantically down Susan’s front walk in a wheelchair, which then tips over and dumps her onto the street.Again and again, through innumerable rehearsals and countless takes while the cameras are rolling, Hatcher—a tiny woman whose pencil-thin arms and legs make her look like a matchstick doll even when she’s not sprawled on the ground—tumbles out of the wheelchair, repeatedly scraping her knees and bruising her elbows while assuring everyone she’s absolutely fine.But this is where the appearance of wholesome normality is never to be trusted.At the moment, Hatcher’s life seems to be a smashing success story: a self-proclaimed has-been when the show unexpectedly catapulted to the top of the ratings heap last season, she emerged as the breakout star of an ensemble cast and won a fistful of awards to prove it.As this bit of risky business makes clear, Hatcher, who plays the disaster-prone Susan Mayer, has a gift for physical comedy as formidable as her stamina.
“I think she’s the modern-day Lucille Ball,” says Paul Plannette, one of the show’s cameramen.
Finding her house is the first challenge; up in the hills of Studio City, on the same street where Clooney lives, Hatcher’s home shares a driveway with a much grander residence, a tile-roofed Italianate mansion where no one is answering the doorbell.
Tucked away under the trees is a 1960s stone-and-stucco house painted the unassuming color of café au lait; the modest brown structure looks like a caretaker’s residence, but it turns out to be Hatcher’s house. “I feel safe there.” A gas fire burns silently on the big stone hearth upstairs; beside it is a huge beanbag chair that could fit every one of the show’s desperate housewives.
Although they have shaped her entire life in profoundly damaging ways, she has concealed them with ferocious determination.
But once we start talking, the waterworks begin—and now the secrets that have caused her such shame for so long are all ready to pour out.
After all, Hatcher is an actress—and a convincing one, at that.