Aunjanue Ellis here is in The Help, although you may also recognize her from recently being on The Mentalist.
I say “may,” because I did not. On The Mentalist, she had her hair back in a bun and wore detective clothes, so I could actually, you know, see what she looked like. Whereas here, between hanging two of Giza’s pyramids from her ears and donning the conceptual equivalent of an Easter basket full of urine — worse, a stumpifying Easter basket full of urine that is also drizzling its poisoned syrup on her boob pancakes — the effect is such a whack in the noggin that I really can’t concentrate on her lovely and seemingly ageless face. Note to Hollywood: Please don’t figuratively hit me. Well, don’t literally hit me either — basically, give peace a chance.