Natalie Portman couldn't believe the utter assholes at Disney.
It started when they tricked her into Thor: The Dark World. After a frustrating shoot full of useless of love interest scenes, she called it quits on any future roles. She should have learned her lesson there. But when they offered her the lead in a future Thor movie, on condition of returning to Star Wars, she threw all caution to the wind and signed immediately.
That brought her to today. Lying on the red carpet of New York Comic Con, Natalie held her chain higher and smiled for the cameras. All the while, questions flew her way.
"Natalie! How does it feel to wear the infamous slave Leia bikini?" a fan asked.
"Oh, it's wonderful," she lied. "I've always wondered if I could fill Carrie's bra, and while I'm lacking in that department, it still feels great to walk around in almost nothing."
She never read the fine print of her contract. Time and other strides at Disney blinded her to the idea that they might, just might, have a small grudge against her. That played out in what she had to say, what she had to wear, where she had to go, and what she couldn't do. There was some sense of relief that even Disney had limits on it, but it almost didn't matter. At this rate...
"Natalie! Is it true you wear that bikini for the entire film?"
She stewed over the horrendous shoots. Over a hundred days of her sitting in a cage, or attached to a chain, or running away terrified of everything from Stormtroopers to Jar Jar Binks. As an enslaved Padme Amidala, she hid from danger and waited for help every step of the way. It was insulting how many takes she had to put up with getting her ass slapped or her boob groped to sell why she ended up so pathetic going from Episode II to Episode III.
But as bad as the memory was, along with how audiences would soon witness it in theaters, she hated what happened next even more.
A fan approached her with a picture and pen. Burying her disgust with a smile, Natalie signed her slave-Leia-clad photo and returned them to the man while spouting one of the many workshopped lines she had to say.
"Thanks for checking me out! I hope you'll check me out more in theaters, where you'll get to see my huge ass even bigger on the big screen."
"You bet I will!"
A momentary tired sigh got past Natalie's act. Perking herself back up, she caught the time on a wall clock and made her next necessary (and degrading) announcement.
"Hurry! You only have an hour left to enter into the raffle to own me for the rest of the week. One lucky winner gets to make me do anything they want."
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything. You can play with my body, make me play with yours, humiliate me in public, not even the sky's the limit."
Hard as it was to believe, Natalie really meant anything. Judging by the leers, catcalls, insults and sex fantasies shared with her for the past eight months, she had a good idea what that 'anything' might be.
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Natalie Portman couldn't believe the utter assholes at Disney.
It started when they tricked her into Thor: The Dark World. After a frustrating shoot full of useless of love interest scenes, she called it quits on any future roles. She should have learned her lesson there. But when they offered her the lead in a future Thor movie, on condition of returning to Star Wars, she threw all caution to the wind and signed immediately.
That brought her to today. Lying on the red carpet of New York Comic Con, Natalie held her chain higher and smiled for the cameras. All the while, questions flew her way.
"Natalie! How does it feel to wear the infamous slave Leia bikini?" a fan asked.
"Oh, it's wonderful," she lied. "I've always wondered if I could fill Carrie's bra, and while I'm lacking in that department, it still feels great to walk around in almost nothing."
She never read the fine print of her contract. Time and other strides at Disney blinded her to the idea that they might, just might, have a small grudge against her. That played out in what she had to say, what she had to wear, where she had to go, and what she couldn't do. There was some sense of relief that even Disney had limits on it, but it almost didn't matter. At this rate...
"Natalie! Is it true you wear that bikini for the entire film?"
She stewed over the horrendous shoots. Over a hundred days of her sitting in a cage, or attached to a chain, or running away terrified of everything from Stormtroopers to Jar Jar Binks. As an enslaved Padme Amidala, she hid from danger and waited for help every step of the way. It was insulting how many takes she had to put up with getting her ass slapped or her boob groped to sell why she ended up so pathetic going from Episode II to Episode III.
But as bad as the memory was, along with how audiences would soon witness it in theaters, she hated what happened next even more.
A fan approached her with a picture and pen. Burying her disgust with a smile, Natalie signed her slave-Leia-clad photo and returned them to the man while spouting one of the many workshopped lines she had to say.
"Thanks for checking me out! I hope you'll check me out more in theaters, where you'll get to see my huge ass even bigger on the big screen."
"You bet I will!"
A momentary tired sigh got past Natalie's act. Perking herself back up, she caught the time on a wall clock and made her next necessary (and degrading) announcement.
"Hurry! You only have an hour left to enter into the raffle to own me for the rest of the week. One lucky winner gets to make me do anything they want."
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything. You can play with my body, make me play with yours, humiliate me in public, not even the sky's the limit."
Hard as it was to believe, Natalie really meant anything. Judging by the leers, catcalls, insults and sex fantasies shared with her for the past eight months, she had a good idea what that 'anything' might be.