Wimbledon, with its suit n' tie dress code and polite applause, is famously stuffy. Emma Corrin, the personification of sincere exhilaration, is not. Hence, when Corrin sat in the Wimbledon crowd on July 9, they were at least nearly as interesting as the actual tennis match happening below.
Prior to the main event, the Crown and Deadpool 3 actor, who identifies as non-binary and uses they/them pronouns, arrived to Wimbledon in a snappy Polo Ralph Lauren summer suit.
I say summer suit 'cuz Corrin's get-up swapped out slacks for shorts, which is the epitome of warm weather elegance. That, and their suit was the color of pale lemonade, so, yeah. Delicious summertime style.
At the pre-game Polo photoshoot, Emma Corrin was the picture of polished perfection, all smiles.
Thus far, no indication that the actor was about to go sicko mode (as the kids say) about a tennis match.
En route to the Wimbledon's hosting stadium, the All England Lawn Tennis and Croquet Club — hoity-toity! — Corrin zhooshed up their look with Miu Miu sunglasses and a matching handbag, reflecting their status as a bonafide Miu Miu Muse.
Still pretty classic, still typically tame for Wimbledon.
Emma Corrin's star turn came once the actual tennis match began.
From there, they seemingly went through the five stages of grief, interspersed with occasional fits of elation and glee.
Especially compared to the relative stoicism of the other Wimbledon's guests, Corrin was visibly animated. Their over-exuberance was sincere and thus incredibly endearing.
Corrin was doing their best Jim Carrey, rubber-facing from jovial leers to pained facepalms to doubled-over laughter to pained boredom.
They're even suited up like The Mask! And no diss here, I'm a big fan of Jim Carrey circa 1994.
Again, Wimbledon has a reputation for being extraordinarily buttoned-up, so much so that it's headline news when a player wears Jordans or tote a Gucci bag.
The crowd is usually sympatico, all dudded-up in their blazers and blouses. No wonder there are so many prim, proper members of the royal family sitting front row.
In contrast, it's immensely refreshing to see someone lose themselves in tennis heroics (and Rami Malek's eyes).
Emma Corrin's Wimbledon reactions are so extreme as to be kinda aspirational.
Like, when was the last time you went to a sporting event, a concert, a play, whatever, and got nearly half as into it as Corrin got into this tennis match?
I consider an outing successful if I leave looking even half as beatific as Corrin did by the end of the day.
What a performance! If only watching Wimbledon was half as much fun as watching Emma Corrin watch Wimbledon.
