This looks like a dress someone ordered for her because nobody knew if her bump would've popped (which it hasn't) and they wanted there to be space -- except they forgot people's uteri don't expand from the labia. Still, the color and makeup are tremendous on her -- total bombshell -- and if her right boob weren't making a run for it, this would be pretty divine. I'd attribute that to potential pregnancy boobs, but ScarJo has a history of struggling to wrangle the assets so who the heck even knows. Thank you for the lipstick, Miss Scarlett. And for wearing leopard shoes with it.
Okay, and then: Props for not wearing boring white or mismatched nude shoes, but screaming fire-engine red feels a wee too random (and even daytime-y) for this outfit. Especially with pink lipstick in play. Also, I'm PRETTY sure we're getting hints of underboob there in the cleav region. The whole thing is like Jack Frost felt her up.
I love this, right down to his weirdo tie with it. I am not totally sure I like my Chris Evans with the beard, but I certainly don't DISLIKE it, either. Can we make him an honorary Hemsworth, though? I mean, doesn't that feel right?
And then Samuel L. comes along to bring some levity and festiveness to the proceedings. You, sir, are a delight. I WILL get my motherf'ing snakes off your motherf'ing plane, even now, years later. Always.