
It is unsmoothly criminal that Michael Jackson didn't live to see this. I hope that doesn't come off as inappropriate because I mean it quite sincerely.

The Russian ladies also did a routine about mechanical toys, with costumes that are either homages to those, or to stacking dolls. There is something super creepy about this, as though the ladies have two dolls strapped to them that have COME ALIVE and are DOING EVIL, and they're all trying to drown each other. (Spoiler: Everyone lived.)

It crushes me that you can't see this whole thing, because the suits were done up like spangly dinner jackets, with lorgnettes poking out of the breast pocket. If Dame Edna has lady butlers, they wear these all day.

Look how pretty these are. They're an ode to party hats. I LOVE them.

And for their other routine: BRAIN HATS. YES. I love you, Brazil. They look like something you'd see on a custom garden gnome outside a neurosurgeon's summer home.

This is the best. Because in our culture, the word "Swiss" often precedes the words "bank accounts," so OF COURSE the duo from Neutrality Central dresses up as giant wads of cash. Brilliant. I hope they arrived in London by wire.

Why yes, those ARE neon tigers. It's Siegfried and Roy with a sunburn.

Jessica and I were just discussing how we can't watch synchro without thinking of that old Saturday Night Live sketch: "You! You! I know you!"

Love the harlequin suits, too. I like to think this is their way of saying, "Yes, synchronized swimmers ARE kind of the court jesters of the Olympics. AND YOU'RE WELCOME FOR IT, because mutton and mead tastes a lot better when a dude strumming an olde-timey banjo is shaking his hat-bells in your face."

"Shit. The Force isn't working. What now?"

"Team Jacob!" "No! Team Edward!" "I SAID TEAM JACOB." "TEAM EDWARD." "I WILL TAKE YOUR TEAM EDWARD AND JAM IT UP YOUR FACE HOLE."

These are kind of pretty, and also like they're about to crack open an astrology book and do my chart.

I think these are the Gryffindor Quidditch squad's renowned aquatic cheerleaders.

I believe this is a little-known variant on the game of chicken, called Bitch Imma Kill You.

"OY. YOU COULD HAVE AT LEAST CLIPPED YOUR NAILS."

This looks alarmingly like a fertility ritual.

However, the costumes are genuinely pretty.

An ode to soccer balls. I love it. They couldn't have had any way of knowing how appropriate this would be, given their women's soccer team's a) crackerjack semi-final game against the U.S., and b) historic bronze medal victory over France. I think the soccer players should do an exhibition game in these outfits.

I can't tell quite what these are, so I've decided it's Castle Sugar High in Candyland's notorious capital city of ToothRotterdam.

It's the mouth fountain that makes this REALLY moving.

AMAZING.

Wait, was this a required element? Seriously, this is exactly what I was doing when I discovered these photos. I really appreciate that Canada at least added spirit fingers to their Hand Binoculars.

This position looks like a Top Model photoshoot about bikini waxes. But I freaking love the disco ball costumes. I want to hang them in my house.

I had to show them to you again. In those hats, they're the jolliest clown trainees at the college. O, Canada, indeed. I cherish you all.
