ladies who should be playing mythical head bitches in charge | ANNE HATHAWAY as ECHO, the nymph whose beloved voice was taken away by hera; who was cursed to repeat only what others have to say.
She spins grand tales for the queen of heaven; crafts cities of gold and tales of loves lost and battles won for the tears she elicits and the laughter she pulls, like threads in a loom, from the mouths of others. Her tongue is a dancing, live muscle in the moist confines of her mouth, and there is power in that, she thinks. There is power and beauty in the falsities she tells, that none of the most sublime of Olympus can know. There is might in her stories, Echo knows - not all the lightning and thunder and war in the world can rival a well placed word. When the goddess roars, and casts out a hand towards her, she feels as if her throat is being ripped out; raw.