![]() It's set in a medieval village that is haunted by a werewolf where a young girl - Amanda's character Valerie - falls for an orphaned woodcutter, much to her family's displeasure. Happily ever after: The trio found working together a scream The film however takes an altogether darker, more gothic turn as if wolves disguising themselves as grandmothers and eating little girls whole wasn't quite scary enough. Other stars at the European premiere of the movie included EastEnders star Charlie Brooks - aka evil Janine Butcher - and Jenny Falconer.Īmanda plays Valerie in the film, which is loosely based on the fairytale of the same name. Once upon a time: Amanda stars in the Twilight-style version of the tale with Max Irons, left, and Shiloh Fernandez. However, there was no sign of her beau Ryan Phillipe, 36, to see the transformation of his sweetheart at the London Leicester Square premiere. The Mamma Mia star, 25, was looking stunning in a short and tight black minidress and black peep toe heels on the suitably red carpet for the launch of her new movie Red Riding Hood. She was last seen looking rather miserable with equally downcast boyfriend Ryan Phillippe in Paris, the city of romance - but Amanda Seryfried was all smiles tonight as she launched her latest movie in London. All rights reserved.Dark and lovely: Amanda Seyfried was wearing a teeny LBD at the European premiere of Red Riding Hood tonight in London's Leicester Square There is not even one tiny glimpse of blue and not a sign of the sun shining up there in that downcast sky. I look at the sky, just so I do not have to look at the person any longer. Pride! Dignity! These words mean nothing at all to me. It’s like he’s talking in a foreign language. It cannot be done, not without sacrificing dignity too.” “ It’s a delusion, you know, when one thinks of sacrificing their pride. What does she need though? Not sympathy, for that would break her Of all feelings and still survive quite easily though.Ĭan he not feel some compassion? Surely he can see that her self-esteem – my self-esteem – is at rock bottom. Now he can feed on my emotions once more.įor a moment I let the idea form that maybe he’ll be like one of those leeches and greedily feed so much that he will quite simply burst. “ I wonder, is it laziness that stops her from fighting back, standing strong? Or is she too scared, too full of self-disgust?”Įven with my hands pressed tightly against my ears his voice echoes inside my head. I don’t want to listen to his words, reach up and put my hands over my ears, conscious as I do so that the tears, whether of blood or not, are flowing again. Would be tragic if it were not so pathetic.” She is not adapting to anything, but is bowing down on bended knees in a stance of complete and utter surrender. “ Adaptation.this is a mockery of the word, is it not. I can’tĭistance myself from it, cannot deny the pain that it is causing. “ Adaptation can be a great tool to survival, can it not.” How can he keep up that amused tone of voice in the face of such suffering – my suffering, well, almost. How can she bear it? Again, without a real conscious thought, I reach up towards my neck, giving a sigh of relief when there is no collar to be found. There are roots of some sort spreading out from the bottom of it to disappear into her Her face is motionless, giving nothing away of her trueĪround her neck she wears a collar, gold in color, but this is no piece of jewellery. She, too, must be controlling herself only with the expending of a great deal of effort. I don’t know what to do, but I make a conscious effort not Without consciously thinking about it, I lift my hand to my face, place my fingertip in a tear and it comes away red. She has tears falling from her eyes, or she has hadįor on her cheeks are dried blood teardrops. The resemblance is there, definitely, but there is something almost other-worldly about her too. ‘reflection’, I know that in that feeling I was right.Īgain, it is me but not me. No doubt the next image will be equally distressing, and as the mirror goes grey, begins to reveal another I am under no illusion that he is doing this for my benefit. ![]() “ Shall I change the image? Yes, I think that would be best.” This rot! Tears leak from my eyes, silently, for I am not sobbing. I’m disgusted, embarrassed that someone else is witness to this.sickness. The only thing I can see is a mutual need of someone to be there toįeed off of, even at the expense of being eaten myself. What I am seeing in the mirror is a travesty of a romance there is no love, not even affection. “ How pitiful,” the voice says, without even a hint of compassion.Īnd it is.
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