Maggie Smith in The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie.
I was actually in a production of this play in high school. I played the stuttering one who dies. It was really fun.
I’m also really enjoying her as the Dowager Countess even if …. welll … my mom’s siblings all called her “The Duchess” when they were growing up. (To be quite clear, this was well before Fergie ever Ferged.) Yep, the point I’m driving at, is that she reminds me of my mummy.
I like, like her guys, mostly because of Margot Tenenbaum, even if I kind of want to join the chorus calling her insufferable. Maybe it’s just her website that’s full of nice things I can’t afford? I’m sure SHE isn’t full of nice things I can’t afford. Just look at those brows!
I’ve been wishing this girl would make a truly weird face for once, more than I’ve been wishing that I could borrow all her clothes, spill beer on them at a kegger, and then not give them back.
Well, I guess this is as good as it gets. Still so darn cute!
I try to make a point of remaining low brow, because the Oscars seem incredibly boring. I srsly thought War Horse was a joke meme about overly sentimental Oscar begs for the longest time.
OPINION CHANGED.
Merci beaucoup pour votre visage, Jean Dujardin.
Look, it’s the American Sherlock. Congratulations on your face Robert Downey Jr. An everlasting congratulations on your face. Why do I have the feeling like I’ve said that before? It might come out when I’m drunk and lonely. Seems likely.
He’s got bangs, but he’s clearly wiggling that face around. Wiggle wiggle wiggle yeah! Man, maybe that would have been a better name for this blog.
Derp = not reserved for the exclusive use of army doctors.
I’m pretty concerned about what’s happening with this man’s eyebrows. The expression is clearly one of raised eyebrows … and yet … something is missing. Of course I could have photoshopped that myself, and I’ve looked at photoshop for an entire five minutes.
I always got 100% on my spelling tests, but when I remembered how to spell Mia Wasikowska, I felt a little too proud of myself.
Anyways, I wholeheartedly enjoy everything she’s ever done. If I somehow could know what she was having for breakfast right now I’d prolly be like, “Egg white omelette? GOOD CALL!”
Here she is furrowing her brow in consternation as Alice, the only book about math I’ve ever read.
Whoaaaaaaaaaaaa. What on earth is on their faces????
ETA: Flesh colored microphones are horribly unflattering in still photographs, but it shouldn’t have taken me that long to figure out. And as for Bill Murray, oh those Americans and their football. Kind of like their crying on Thanksgiving.
No Translation Necessary of the Day: Bill Murray hanging out backstage at Letterman with Korean pop group Girls’ Generation.
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Oh Ana Gasteyer! You and your musings on Schweddy Balls kept me company all through the many lonely Saturday nights of high school! And again, now, while I’m lonely at work.
It saddens me deeply that twitter won’t verify her tweets, especially after she brought me so much comedic golden joy. And has she ever gotten even prettier!