It wasn’t until I started putting together the Best and Worst polls that I realized: The SAGs were kind of a snooze this year, right? But let’s start with the good stuff.
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Let’s eyeball some DUDES.
[Photos: Getty, INF]
This is one of those dresses that, I suspect, looks better on TV than it did in still photos:
BUT FIRST: We need to talk about the fact that Orphan Black is dating Downton’s Tony Gillingham, who I find nearly unrecognizable when he’s not in a tweedy three-piece trying to talk Mary into marrying him! (NO DOWNTON SPOILERS although you can read this week’s recap here!) Did anyone notice if he went onstage when they won? He MUST have done. (I was distracted by how cute Branson was when he noted that they made him sit at another table.)
And back to the dress: I mean, don’t get me wrong: it still looks pretty good. It just vaguely, down near the bottom, might be starting to give me a TINY ocular migraine. But I’ll never be mad at you, stripes! I love you, and want more people to wear you. And because this is OdlR, it fits her so nicely:
We can have a sidebar about whether this is technically gym hair, or it works, later.
A proposal! An outburst! A break-up! A snit fit! Sobbing! Another outburst! Me, losing my mind over the unconscionable rudeness of Sarah Bunting, who MUST STOP BEING INVITED TO DOWNTON MY GOD YOU GUYS CUT IT OUT. Violet, implying that perhaps Prince Kuraguin’s missing princess has taken to prostitution! Indeed, this episode had nearly everything. Let’s dig right in.
As always, we thank thee kindly for keeping season five spoilers tucked neatly under thy vest and close to thy heart until we sad Americans who don’t somehow stream it catch up.
OH EDITH. When Mary told you it was a great idea to pair the drawing room curtains with one of the napkins you stole from downstairs because you thought maybe Michael Gregson had once touched it to his lips, SHE WAS JUST F’ING WITH YOU.
I actually like like this on Claire and I cannot remember the last time I said the words, “I actually really like this” about something from Marc Jacobs that wasn’t a shoe or a bag. (That man can make a fine, fine accessory.)
It feels sort of casual, in a good way, and while I don’t know if any of us are going to wake up in the middle of the night ten years hence murmuring, “Claire Danes at the 2015 SAGs, I’ll never forget your Marc Jacobs dress,” nor are we going to scream when we see it flash by in a Claire Danes retrospective one day. That reads like fainter praise than I actually intend — I really do think this dress is great on her — but at least I’m not damning her with it.