In which I: decide Jodie Foster needs to play Hillary Clinton in something; decide she’s actually already done that probably; fall into a wormhole of her IMDb; learn she hasn’t; reflect for a bit that Jodie’s CV is actually really all over the place; think about how it makes sense that a person whose insane fan literally tried to assassinate the president would maybe make choices differently than other people vis a vis their career; and finally mutter to myself, “this has to be Armani.” As one does.
