We left our hovel to see The Island last weekend and because we’re easy, were thoroughly entertained by Ewan McGregor and kinda-Jewish Scarlett Johansson as naîve clones who search desperately for wardobe alternatives to white spandex.
Johansson has come far from her pouty sidekick days and emerged as a full-fledged movie star (did any of you doubt?), which explains the ginormous billboards of her all over Hollywood Boulevard.
However, no one informed Scarlett of her super-sized status and and she had to stop her car when she drove by one of these said billboards and saw herself in twenty-five foot glory:
“I screamed and slammed on the brakes. I couldn’t believe it. It’s very strange to see my cleavage the size of a brontosaurus. My breasts were huge. I had long hair and my goodness, I couldn’t get past the cleavage.”
Yes, sweetie, the cleavage is gorgeous, even if it was created on some geek’s computer. Judging from the tanking Island box office sales, though, it might not be enough. (Good thing the film had more product placements than a Safeway to boost revenue…)
Hat tip to Jewlicious.