Miranda Richardson is seriously fantastic. Of the bajillion things on her resume that are recognizable, I think my all-time favorite is her hilariously awesome take on Queen Elizabeth I in Blackadder II. I'm sure my sisters would prefer that I hadn't picked up so many superb tips and tricks on being a brat from my childhood exposure to this series; they're just lucky I didn't respond as well to how fun she made it look to run around ordering people's necks to the chopping block.
I would, however, dearly love to send this dress to Tower Hill to meet a violent end:
Queenie would knock her block off on charges of high treason against England if she saw Miranda swanning around the red carpet in that hideous maternity sack, which also appears to be an ill-advised tribute to wicker chairs. Indeed, before coming down hard against this self-bloating junior-level caftan, I decided to double-check that she's not pregnant -- which presumably she is not, as she and her marvelous skin are almost a very youthful fifty. Way to go, Moisturizer. So there's really no good reason for her to look stumpy and bloated, other than the unwitting purchase of a fun-house mirror that had her convinced this thing fit like sausage casing.
Incidentally, in doing all this careful research about her womb, we also learned she has a cuddly pet axolotl -- a.k.a. a Wooper Rooper, if you live in Japan. (Not to be confused with waterdogs, though, no matter how tempting it is to make that mistake.) All of which means absolutely nothing here, unless she has been dabbling in a little family planning of a different sort, and simply forgot to change out of her axolotl-husbandry smock. Maybe yellow blotches, wrinkles, and phantom fetuses really get a pubescent neotenic mole salamander in the mood for love. At least that way, SOME creature would approve of this dress, although she should really act on the advice of a human next time.
