You know, I like the idea of this gown, but it's underlining my general issue with pockets on the red carpet: They make you slouchy. At least if you're holding a clutch, you have something to do with your hands other than slap them on your hips, which does funky things to your posture. And I for one can ill afford to have anything increase the funkitude of my posture.
She appeared to be enjoying herself, which is great, but the whole affair could have been so much more flattering if she'd just resisted the urge to stuff her hands into those suckers. I'm sure there's pressure to market the dress and all its happy crannies, but also, market YOURSELF.
From some angles, I thought her hair and makeup were at least fetching...
... and then from others it felt like a swooping, grown-out Miley. And Vera Farmiga is so much cooler than being compared to a child's rebellion haircut.