I drove Sean and myself over, and we arrived right at the same time as Norm, about quarter to nine, nine being our agreed upon start time. We unloaded our respective vehicles and started setting up, and most importantly got those sweet, sweet AC juices flowing. The atmosphere was just a little tense because none of us knew what to expect from today, given our Witch history. Right around nine Marie showed up with her son, and we got started ASAP.
The contact lens actually went in pretty easily, all things considered. Took a few tries, but not nearly as many as our other three goes. Just a bunch o' ol' pros, here. Norm then immediately started with the mask. He'd ordered a new batch of Skin Tite for us, and he again used that to adhere the mask to Marie's face. Once that had set up he used more Skin Tite to blend the mask to her face, and painted over all that with greasepaint. It looked fantastic, probably the best it's been yet.
|You'll have to take my word for it. Here's a picture of Norm.|
Overall, the make-up experience was much more successful. The lip held up very well, and Norm only had to touch it up a couple times. We were able to move through the last of the Witch material very quickly, much faster than last time. And we'd saved all our dialogue for today, too.
|Dialogue, y'know... The script words that you talk with.|
|Almost... FREUDIAN, innit?|
|Because it's the scene where the Witch destroys Dorothy and gets the shoes, right?|
|It reaches comedic heights Dane Cook can only ASPIRE to.|
|She tried to call the crows, but unfortunately she didn't have any bars on her whistle.|
The nausea seemed to have passed for the most part, and Marie was agreeable to do one last insert with the gloves on. A simple swap of the umbrella for the cane. And so I present to you here the very last shot of Marie Rizza as the Wicked Witch of the West.
|She just brought a cane to an... umbrella... fight...|
Our Witch responsibilities have all just... MELTED AWAY...
Oh SNAP! How could I not?