
I think maybe I like this in theory more than in execution. The left side of her hair shouldn't be falling out, and I don't think the front should be shifting and crumpling -- granted, I don't know when this photo was taken, so maybe she'd already done half an hour of walking and posing and leg-crossing and chin-on-shouldering. But I also think if you're going to wear this dress, you damn well want it to move with you and not against you. Case in point: the wrinkles, AND this:

I feel like a perv pointing this out -- I only noticed this by accident, because I was happy to see a close-up of the material on her arms, and POOF, there is underboob whenever she enthusiastically hugs somebody. Not a ton, but then again, for all I know, two hours later she'd embraced everyone inside the theater and had to retuck her goodies in the gift bag. It's just not... ideal.

I also don't love this from the back. It's raining precious metals from a very awkward spot, and also, she has a metallic spine.

It's all J3PO up in here.

Also... I am not a Josh Hutcherson hater, and in fact, I do not fault him for apparently giving the best audition for a role to which the fanbase considers him physically unsuited. I am pretty sure the director, et al., wouldn't have cast him if he hadn't totally nailed it, because they'd have seen all the rancor coming a mile away. That they cast him anyway means he must be pretty damn good, and I hope that's true. But, having noted that... it sucks for him that he has to spend the next little while standing next to these two in photos. It's ammo for Team He's Too Short To Be Peeta. Oh well. I'm going to be Team Hutch. I've just decided it. Team Hutch until the movie proves me wrong, and I've also decided that it won't. It WON'T.
