There’s something very dated-feeling about this.
I don’t know if it’s the dress with giant pocket flaps at the hip bones, or something about the bodice, or the aggressive goldness of the Chuck E. Cheese tokens with which it’s been decorated. But it keeps reminding me of the inappropriately grown-up things people bought at Express and wore to my middle-school formal dances (a girl’s first French twist thinks it needs her first cocktail dress too). It isn’t making me black out with rage, but it’s stale.
Miley’s version was less “our little girl’s NOT all grown up, but don’t tell HER that” and more “when did our little girl get into bondage?”