It's a matter of taste, and, as we say in Russia, you can't have an argument about taste.<P>Some people like high foreheads, some people don't. Some people can't conceive of a woman as being attractive unless she is sporting melons the size of Mike Tyson's ego, some enjoy a more Twiggy-esque physique, and some are in-between somewhere, and so on and so forth.<P>What I do like about Miranda Otto (aside from the fact that I bear more than a passing resemblance to her), is the fact that her portrayal of Eowyn is clear evidence that Peter Jackson did not fall into the trash-fantasy trap; you know what I'm talking about: some half naked, clearly surgically enhanced enchantress with tacky furs on her shoulders, a female version of Conan the Barbarian to satisfy the fantasies of pimply adolescent boys. *whew*
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