I don't actually think this dress is fugly -- it was one of the Naeem Khan gowns I pulled for our Oscars speculation slideshow, noting that whoever wore it might need to un-sheerify it a little. Annette definitely did that, but I'm not sure there was enough room for her chest in this one. Things seem a little... snug. Like she was stuffing her bra with oranges to hurl at Natalie Portman, should the kid best her once more. (Good thing she didn't. I don't think America would react very well to a person winging hard fruit at a pregnant lady. Although the subsequent attempts to apprehend her might have been amusing.)
The real question is whether Annette was able to carve out any prominent red-carpet real estate on the arm of her attention-hug husband, Warren Beatty. I am so fascinated by their dynamic. I'm going to miss them now that all this is over. Please, Annette, get nominated for something again soon so we can see how he's grown.