Just to be clear, Uma Thurman isn't at a Halloween party.
[Photo: Splash News]
So I can't quite understand why she's wearing something that, last I saw it, was stained with trash-compactor juice from the bowels of the Death Star, sustained while Luke wrestled with some sort of cyclops-serpent and then the walls started closing in on them. I mean, I guess Carrie Fisher made it look comfortable, but all I can think of when I see it is what sort of nasty garbage those Dark Side troopers probably generated -- what with all of Darth Vader's medical waste (you know he had some; the dude was seriously high-maintenance) and the space equivalent of mice and cockroaches they'd have to kill every time they got into the kitchen cupboards, and of course all the musty robes of kindly old wise men that they had to incinerate after the big boss disintegrated them with a flick of his glow-stick. It's not a nice mental image, is what I'm saying. But I'm sure Uma had a lovely night, and hey, if she had to run away from any laser-wielding clones in white helmets, then I'll eat my words and swear she picked the perfect gown
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