Of all the celebrity conundrums these days; questionable attire, attractive mugshot photos, "baby bumps"; none is more perplexing to me than the petite celebrity.
You would think these were a rare breed, with the larger-than-life CGI grand-scale epic tales on the silver screen. but the hero/heroine of these films are often no bigger than my 84 year-old grandmother. It occurs to me that perhaps this is a genetic trait, wherein the characteristics that are required in cinema, like a commanding voice or dimples, are produced on a smaller scale. Maybe it's about cost effectiveness. Saving money on fabric for costumes or such. whatever the reason, it never ceases to alarm me to find out that their height is anything less than mythical in proportions.
Even if you don't care about famous people whatsoever, you have to admit, when you watch a movie and the leading man is giving a passionate farewell kiss to the leggy model/actress in front of a burning pyre of airplane wreckage, it is disappointing to find out that he was, in fact, standing on a milk crate. And that in the period piece you caught on TV last week, the pioneer soldier going off to war was actually riding a Shetland pony.
Just something to consider when you are browsing a rag in the grocery check-out aisle and the red-carpet photo of the actress promoting the latest Tarantino flick could be passed by as nothing more than a well-dressed sixth grader.
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