Madame Tussauds may have outdone itself here, in terms of heinousness. What kind of rotten present is this for Meryl f’ing Streep, on Oscars Eve Eve Eve? That surely CANNOT be an approved and finalized wax figure of Our (Iron) Lady of the Eternal Nomination; no, it’s got to be a rejected James Cromwell mold that someone accidentally stashed in the wrong garage.
I KNOW, RIGHT, MERYL? Sic your cult members on ‘em, you divine goddess of the color wheel.