Three A-list ladies show that it's possible, in fact, to enjoy yourself at even the most elaborate of Hollywood costume parties. It's a magic moment in their lives, and I like to think completely genuine: Marion oblivious of the double chins and passing years, hoping, perhaps, that Norma being at her party meant, finally, an end to all that gossip...
...Norma, carefully composing her face in one of the six trademarked expressions that successfully hid her "difficult" eyes...
...and Merle, with that tight shopgirl's smile, incongruous as always on her perfect face, that betrayed a certain painful nastiness of character (and, in this case, the knowledge that her mantilla overshadowed even that of the boss's widow).
Do you suppose that in sixty years anyone will find as much interest in deconstructing a party snap of Anne Hathaway, Kirsten Dunst, and Jessica Biel, to grab three random names from today's casting lists? Given that I can hardly stay awake thinking of them now, I have my doubts...
