This just makes me sick to my stomach and I just want to reach through the screen and save Bucky from this agony. The way he is staring at his own reflection. The confusion in his eyes. At this point, they already wiped the memories of who he was, so he doesn’t really recognize the image in front of him, and yet he reaches out and tries and touch it before his body freezes. I mentioned before how the only time Bucky might actually really have a look at his reflection are the moments before they turn him to ice. Because during these past 70 years, Bucky hasn’t been living. He has been kept frozen. When they needed him for a mission they thawed him out and then once he was done they would freeze up again. They don’t really explain it in the movie, but the reason behind this was because he was getting restless and too unstable. His memories were trying to come to the surface and like a confused and frightened child, he became violent and hysteric. So they solved this problem by keeping his this way. How people still call him a villain after learning that is beyond me.
In Britain, make-up might have been hard to find, but it was worn with pride and became a symbol of the will to win. ‘Put your best face forward,’ encouraged a 1942 Yadley advertisement in Churchillian tones. ‘War, Woman and Lipstick' ran a celebrated Tangee campaign. Bright red was the favourite wartime colour for lips and nails and lipstick names were often patriotic: Louis Phillippe's Patriotic Red; Fighting Red by Tussy and Grenadier - The new Military red created by Tattoo, effective with air force blue and khaki.
During wartime, a subtle change had taken place in the marketing and the perception of make-up. It was no longer about making a woman seem ‘dainty’, but making her look and feel strong. Rosie the Riveter became a wartime icon in the USA, representing the six million women working in factories for the war effort. [Rockwell] portrayed Rosie as a vast figure in work dungarees, her short sleeves revealing arms the size of prize-winning hams. Behind her hangs the stars and stripes, squashed carelessly under her feet is a copy of Adolf Hitler’s Mein Kampf, and on her mighty lap rests a lunch box and a huge riveting machine like an enormous gun. [Her] henna red curls, lipsticked mouth and painted finger nails stress her femininity, emphasising the fact that make-up too was a weapon of war [Madeleine Marsh, Compact and Cosmetics: Beauty from the Victorian Times to the Present Day]