And Zemeckis finds some new, tech-assisted ways to make the GHW scary, such as freakishly elongating arms, all the better for chasing shrunken infants through vents.
Whenever she’s on screen, the film comes to life.
Anne Hathaway’s take on the character here is less trauma-forming, but lots of fun: she’s equipped with a Garbo-on-steroids accent that gives the word “mice” seven consonants, amped-up haughtiness, and a wardrobe that perfectly straddles the line between chic and infernal.