The last time we put Milla on this site, she was slipping a nip in a dress that looked like it was torn by wolves. And before that, we had some caftans, and a very fancy gynecological smock. So this was a happy discovery.

I had kind of forgotten about Milla — you know the old adage; if a celeb steps on a red carpet and you can’t name the last thing she was in, does that person even really exist? — so for me this is kind of like her saying, “Hi. Still here. I’m in Three Musketeers. Can we stop making Fifth Element jokes now?” Yes, although I refuse to give up the right to make a Resident Evil pun the next time you leave the house looking like you exhumed an ancient malicious skort from your wardrobe.