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Ribcages were overabundantly visible in this movie, and that was more than a little offputting.
I noticed this, too. Especially during that big Prison-Cell Tango dance sequence. And Zellweger looked unnaturally, unhealthily thin to me-- maybe because I'd only seen her in Bridget Jones' Diary (which I did not enjoy, I have to say; I think I just don't like her as an actress), and it was sort of comically apparent at the end when she was dancing next to the identically-dressed Zeta-Jones, who looked healthily curvaceous.
Why are you in Tavie's head? 10:21 AM | shower me with attention
