I would say probably my least favorite costume ever was in 'Van Helsing. ' That was a huge pain because it had thigh-high boots with 30 buckles on them that had to be done up individually.
I’d learned that my mother was a badass in disguise. She was Van Helsing in an apron and heels, and—at least for the time being—I couldn’t think of a single thing cooler than that.