...that all movie villains this year were supposed to be using
GREEN cgi magics.
Angie, ever the rebel, swaths herself in gold sorcery whenever she emerges from the blue waters of her
vagi ... uh, "cave", in
Beowulf (
review) This is like that time when Cher showed up to a black & white Hollywood party in
The Player (1992) wearing fire engine red --attention grabbing star mojo playfully veiled under "who,
me?" innocence. One might say that Imelda Staunton's Dolores Umbridge in
Order of the Phoenix also willfully ignored the green memo but some people are just exempt from dress codes (magical and otherwise). Umbridge's
pink fetish is so overpowering it's rather like Tom Cruise's Xenu-loving grin or Goldie Hawn's heavy banged hairdo. Immune to changing times, public perception and style, they will outlast us all.
But back to the new emerald city. Is all this green wickedness a visual embodiment of Hollywood's self-loathing over its own insatiable greed and/or its endless faux liberalism? Discuss.
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