by Jason Adams
There is model beauty, and then there is movie star beauty, and they overlap less than you'd imagine. The thing about movie stars is they've got faces that are interesting more than they are perfect, and once our interest has found them their so-called "imperfect" curiosities -- Michelle Pfeiffer's mouth, Daniel Day-Lewis' nose, to be all Age of Innocence example about it -- become in turn cache. Nobody was walking into a plastic surgeon's office asking for Michelle Pfeiffer's lips before 1982 but you can be sure there was a spike in such utterances once "Cool Rider" had come and gone.
I begin with this to say I knew the second I saw Anya Taylor-Joy's eyes that a star was being born right in front of me. I might have actually missed several important details plot-wise watching Robert Egger's The Witch that first time in 2015, so lost was I in trying, and failing, to find footing astride those eyes' ginormous bedevilry. The film opens on them... perched as they're wont on the the two separate sides of her face, anime teardrops wandering in opposite directions. You wanna live deliciously you stare into those eyeballs for an hour and a half, that's my recipe.
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