
As a child, my politeness often covered up my (admittedly) rare acts of devilishness.
Radiating with an assured sweetness, the accomplished Danielle Panabaker has used her quiet and pure beauty to, occasionally, surprise audiences with the wide variety of deadly mischievousness that some of her characters have gotten into, as well.
Beloved by terror fans for her work as the kind and resourceful Jenna in the 2009 Friday the 13th reimagining, she was also adorably spunky in the fun, less well regarded horror sequel, Piranha 3DD. But it is her chillingly cool work as Kevin Costner’s daughter Jane in Mr. Brooks that showed the true depths of her talent, providing viewers with a truly shocking and surprisingly poignant twist ending.
Using this duality to smart effect in writer-director Austin Chick’s surreal revenge fantasy Girls Against Boys, Panabaker’s sweet Shae reacts with fevered excitement when she first discovers how good bloody vengeance against those who have harmed her can feel. Here, Panabaker’s eyes glisten with excitement as she and her friend Lu cut a swath through adulterers and rapists and the film’s ending, once again, allows her to cut an ice cold path into the audience’s heart.
Interestingly, Chick’s fantasy seems to either be taking place in an alternative universe, as the murderous duo suffers no consequences for their actions, or in Shae’s fragile head. This tender thread allows Panabaker a wide range of emotions to play with and, ultimately, gives those watching an escape from a reality where the subjugated often have no recourse.
Panabaker, whose exemplary Caitlin on the television series The Flash also recently visited the dark side as Killer Frost, can be kept up with at www.daniellepanabaker.com.

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