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Oscar winner — that did happen, right? — Halle Berry will be honored with the Lacoste Spotlight Award at the Annual Costume Designers Guild Awards. Since she’s not a costume designer, I’m assuming this award “spotlights”…her costumes…? Who could forget that trashy camisole in Monster’s Ball? Or that prehistoric ensemble from The Flintstones? What’s that? You did forget? Well, allow me to refresh your memory.
Though I, and no one else with possible exception of the Hollywood Foreign Press, saw Frankie & Alice, those giant earrings were enough to spark interest. Also of note, that stunning curly afro.
But other than that, Halle hasn’t really been known for her wardrobe in her films. That is, unless you count her masterwork, B.A.P.S. Which I do.
Here are some of Berry’s more memorable gallavants through costume designer land to tide you over til the eagerly anticipated Annual Costume Designer Awards.
Honestly, try and contain yourself.
A relative unknown at the time, Halle was determined to be noticed as Eddie Murphy‘s love interest in the 90s typical subtle tones.
The Flintstones (1994)
Elizabeth Taylor‘s last feature film — way to cap a brilliant career, Liz —The Flintstones was also notable for Halle’s sexy Ms. Stone and her tempting mid-riff. Yabba-dabba-do it girl.
One word: genius. Three more words: Black American Princesses. And they certainly are royalty, what with those crowns of hair, those pleather suits and their claws painted the color of dreams. Screw Monster’s Ball, throw the Oscar at Halle for this gem.
Die Another Day (2002)
After the Ball, Halle Berry: Action Star was born. This Bond flick was the first in a series of ass-kicking roles for Berry and she entered this new arena by recreating Ursula Andress‘s iconic bikini-clad entrance from Dr. No.
And then there was this. In the slew of superhero movies that Hollywood studios have literally shat out since the new millennium, few can rival Catwoman for plain old awfulness. The first misstep was her costume, which is a safety pin away from stripper evening-wear.
Another misstep, casting Sharon Stone as a villainous woman who refuses to age and develops diamond hard skin. Who wants to see Sharon Stone play herself?