I don’t recall anyone talking about this movie before Tom Cruise abruptly started making the international rounds, and still nobody is talking about it now that it’s premiering here. In other words, Oblivion may be an apt name for its eternal fate.
This dress hugs her correctly and is super cheerful, which I appreciate. Minor nit: I think she needed a stronger lip with this color — we’ve established that some form of dark red usually helps the canary-yellow dress sing, and oh lordy, I just noticed that hacky wordplay which I SWEAR was totally accidental, but which I’m leaving in there just so you can share a groan with me. If I don’t slap my own wrist, then who will?
Anyway, I think you’ll agree that this is an actual ray of sunshine compared with what she wore to a pre-party.
Thanks to her role in W.E., and what I have decided was a careful apprenticeship under Madonna’s sartorial wing, Andrea Riseborough burst on our scene last year and straight to a Fug Madness seed. But she’s been quiet since, until now.
I don’t love the trapezoid of netting — such things have their place, and usually, that place is on the ice while Scott Hamilton plotzes — and I wondered if her makeup was a hair off, but I didn’t really have any feelings one way or the other here until I saw the back.