
This fit is as poor as Lupita's red cape-dress was immaculate. Crazy to think they were tailored by the same company. That bodice is catastrophically awful on her. It cries out for a necklace to help, and got no aid; worse, the purse is out in left field staring at the fans instead of watching the at-bat, and her hair didn't even get done. That lipstick is stuck trying to carry this all on its own.

I don't hate this as much as I did a minute ago, before I wrote about Sienna's bodice. Her lipstick and earrings ARE doing enough to make this effective, I think, even though the dress itself will always be too tulle-heavy to really captivate me. I never think it is as ethereal and regal as designers want it to look.

No, but seriously, did she hit her head on the toilet seat and then wake up with three new stylists' phone numbers?

I like the dress, but that NECKLACE. That necklace is everything.

Effortless. In the sense that she may have put forth zero effort.

Oh, Mary J. You've got the bracelet. You've got the glitter. Bring your head to the party, please.

I bet Julianne Moore said no to this one, and so it went down the line. SO MUCH BREAST.

That's glamorous -- much nicer than I would have thought with so much brown tutu at the bottom.

Does her gown say "BOOM" on it, right above a picture of a pepperoni pizza? Or am I hallucinating? Is she mic-dropping with emojis?

This is Givenchy. Droopy, dreary, forgettable Givenchy.

When Dakota Johnson wore the white version, I wrote that there is more glamour in my sock drawer. That was due in large part to poor fit and even worse styling; Lily at least has the last part on classy lock, but I still think the width of that vee neckline is too expansive to be anything but obvious.

Whereas she manages to make this look elegantly sexy.

Isabella is all, "I don't have time for your pizza and crackers and snack cheeses. Choir robes will do JUST FINE."

Eva used to be one of the perennial nakeds at Cannes, and now she's in a sequined turtleneck dress. See? PEOPLE CAN CHANGE.
