Best Cast for Best WW1 Movie

[Boom]

Movie and Fiction Fans:
Be advised--Boom, Puresome and I are resolved to make a push on Duel Over Douai in the new year. (Same as the last 9-10 years but what th' hell?)

Casting for The Movie is focusing on a small but select group including but not limited to:

Amy Adams
Emily Blunt
Catherine Deneuve
Lesley-Ann Down
Heidi Klumm
Sophie Marceau
Miranda Otto
Claudia Schiffer

I'll get back to you after I've interviewed them....

Barrett initiated a casting call for the movie that will be made out of the best-selling novel Duel Over Douai in the thread on the horrific vR&B flik. (So far none of the actresses suggested have replied, but we think it’s just a matter of time.) Until they do, more suggestions are welcome. To assist you movie buffs, here’s a list of the female roles (2 major/romantic, 2 lesser/sexy, the rest supporting to bit parts) with the few physical descriptions in the novel. (Not that they make any difference in Hollywood). Note; the paragraphs are not necessarily sequential.

Lynn Foster
Saturday they were at a cafe table on the Place de Armees in Luxeil. At the table nearest the plaza, a young woman was sitting close to a man in the uniform of the Middlesex Infantry Regiment. He may have been husband, lover, or brother. He was talking. As she listened, she small-smiled. Her eyes lent a piquancy to the curve of her mouth. The left was wide open, steady in the dark hollow beside her nose. The other, bathed in brightness, was a shiny half orb, the shade of eyelid drawn down in protection. Dark lashes' shadow as dark as garden vines.
Lynn Foster had dark eyebrows that arched appropriately and would be intimidating if it were not for a tiny twist of her lips that reflected amusement and a sense that convention meant little to her. Woodall-Powell said nothing but stared into her brown eyes. She also said nothing over the long moment.
Her hair fell in a sinuous double ess. Fine, light brown and soft, she trailed it across his chest with a move of her head. WP was the only man who saw her hair loose. The wave in her tresses was largely from the snug bun she kept it in under her nurses cap or the coif under the wide brim hats she wore when not in uniform.

Liesl Hasbach
Then he was holding her white, slim fingered hand in his. He was looking at an angel’s face with devilish blue eyes. Heavy dark lashes on the sides emphasized the clear skin between her brows and eyes. Her small nose disappeared to an accent when looked at straight on. Full, pink lips were naturally parted at rest with a glimpse of shiny white between. Her mouth as ready to whisper as to sleek tongue over lip. She was unhappy with her ear lobes, but would learn how sensual it could be for a man to a nibble on them. Her hair was as black as her pupils at night, made blacker by irises of daylight blue.

Helen (Brighton)
Woodall-Powell faced into the wind admiring her shape. Even under coat and layers of cloth, her narrow waist and full hips were apparent. A wisp of hair strayed from under her hat and wafted provocatively on her white neck.
Her eyes were brown with small crinkles at the corners. Make-up was carefully applied, but could not cover the tiny creases in her forehead. Another wisp of auburn hair had sneaked from under the hat and wisped above her eyebrows. She smiled.

Ursula (Berlin)
Ursula had enormous azure eyes set in a perfect alabaster oval topped by lustrous golden hair piled neatly to support a small diamond tiara. The absence of any makeup, not even lipstick on a generous mouth, only accented her stunning face. She was almost as tall as Tillmann and wearing a formal gown in the palest of greens. Her bosom curved out from the waist, but was softened because she was wearing one of the new brassiéres—the cleft between her breasts obvious. She put her hand out to be kissed and breathed, “Herr Tillmann, the pleasure is mine.” He felt his neck redden beneath his winged collar.
And of course to keep Barrett happy, “ Ursula stepped out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. It was draped around her neck.”

WP’s gunner’s fiancé
“A tiny woman opened the door. She could not have been more than five feet tall, but as perfectly proportioned as a china doll. She had the most extraordinary coloring. Her hair was jet black except for a bright ginger colored tress on her forehead. Her skin was a definite yellow shade. She is a “Canary” - one of those women who work in ordnance factories packing explosive into shells and bombs. The chemicals in the explosive tint their skin and any strand of hair which may escape from under their caps.”

Michelle (only her outfit described)
Standing beside the large oak tree was a French girl. Her hair was covered by a red scarf; a long, dark skirt reached down to her heavy peasant clogs. A flower patterned shawl thrown over her shoulders did not cover the swell of her breasts above the white, deep cut blouse.

Various nurses
2 matronly mothers
one feisty grandmother

Also need a parrot, gender unimportant

cheers, Boom

[Hans]

I would suggest a Norwegian Blue Parrot. But be careful with it. They stun easily.

[Barrett]

Ursula (Berlin)
Ursula had enormous azure eyes set in a perfect alabaster oval topped by lustrous golden hair piled neatly to support a small diamond tiara. The absence of any makeup, not even lipstick on a generous mouth, only accented her stunning face. She was almost as tall as Tillmann and wearing a formal gown in the palest of greens. Her bosom curved out from the waist, but was softened because she was wearing one of the new brassiéres—the cleft between her breasts obvious. She put her hand out to be kissed and breathed, “Herr Tillmann, the pleasure is mine.” He felt his neck redden beneath his winged collar.
And of course to keep Barrett happy, “ Ursula stepped out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. It was draped around her neck.”

It goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway:

"Ursula's rich blue eyes matched perfectly the enamel on the Pour le Merite that von Tillmann would receive from the All Highest the next morning...."