So lovely, so dangerous for the part of me that is SO MAD AT MY HAIR RIGHT NOW and wants to SLICE IT ALL OFF.
And then we get out to this distance and it's STILL good, and her makeup still rules, and everything is going so well...
And then it's pants, and that wouldn't be so shocking if not for the appearance of an ASS CAPE.
Nay, a RUMP ROSETTE. Emma Stone deserves better than to look like a contender at the state fair. She is not Some Pig, no matter how groovy any of us believe Wilbur may have been.
Also, wasn't that kind of a pain? A cape in and of itself is not a bad thing, but this makes her look like she was in her stylist's bathroom and got a Badgley Mischka caught in her knickers.
We do need to discuss this hair clip. Specifically: WHY? What is its purpose, other than to fall crooked and cause her to tug at it all night wondering if it went wonkus on her? (Note: I don't know if she actually DID that, but I would have.)
We do need to discuss how SKY HIGH and painful those might be. And no Garfy there to rub them and pumice them with the steel wool currently growing out of his face. I hope she has a spa day booked.