So I'm editing, and stressed, and I watch a lot of movies to unwind at night, and to relieve my eyes, and it occurred to me I've been watching a lot of movies starring Tilda Swinton. The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, where she plays the White Witch as motherly and cruel. A crazy and frightening angel in Constantine. The gender-switching hero in Orlando. A geriatric cougar in Hotel Budapest. The coolly heartbroken mom of a psychopath in We Need to Talk About Kevin. A trollish and hilarious dictator in Snowpiercer. A bohemian vampire in Only Lovers Left Alive. She imbues every role, even the villains, with an elegant, wounded dignity, an eccentricity grounded in humor or vulnerability. One can almost imagine Tilda as one of Shakespeare's original players (if any had been female) having perfected her craft in the modern world. She never seems to be Tilda in her roles, and, although she seems born to play rocks stars and mythological figures, she will always make them human enough to be fascinating, and that's the awesomeness of Tilda Swinton.
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