In Dior J'adore, Theron arrives late to a runway shoot inside of Versailles's famed Galerie des Glaces (Hall of Mirrors), cheek-kissing a beauty who turns out to be Kelly, vibrant and almost lifelike via the magic of CG. Who's that mugging for photogs in menswear in the corner? Oh, just Marlene freaking Dietrich. Handling a bottle of the Dior J'adore fragrance is none other than Monroe herself. Well, a close-to-realistic, uncanny-valley version of Marilyn, anyways.
But Charlize has no time to sit wondrous at this marvel of celebrity couture conjuring -- she's got a catwalk to stalk, beautifully bathed in golden, buttery light by none other than French director Jean-Jacques Annaud (Seven Years in Tibet).
Shameless manip of old Hollywood glamour or delightful blending of past and present screen icons? (And does this version of Charlize Theron, flawlessly perfect exquisite couture goddess, jive with the everywoman version of Theron passed out drunk on the poster for Young Adult?)