“Oh, and P.S., sorry Mildred Pierce was so interminable. And that we claimed she invented chicken restaurants. And surf-and-turf. And that Melissa Leo only gave one line reading the whole time. And that the last line was, ‘Let’s get stinko.’ But admit it: After that thing was over, you WANTED to get stinko. Plus, I gave you some naked Guy Pearce. And now, I give you my breasts on a white platter. You’re welcome.”
Fugger: Kate Winslet
You think I’m dressing older? You think I got dowdy? Well GET A LOAD OF THIS.
Mildred Pierce is over. You don’t have to look so SEVERE any more. It’s June. GO OUT AND LIVE.
If you were to ask me to identify the take-home lesson that validates Paris Hilton’s continued existence, my answer likely would NOT be, “Paris teaches us the value of standing with our pelvises thrust out at all times.”
Oh, KATE. You are better than the Paris Pelvis. You are also better than a dress I wore to a winter formal in 1996. I get that you probably think it shows off a streamlined physique that no doubt you will claim is due only to running around after your kids — and you DO look fantastic, it’s true, so please put out a “Running Around After Your Kids: How To Get Calf Muscles and Lose Ten Pounds Just By Being A Mom” DVD — but the frock is just a bit Donna Martin Goes To See Fergie’s Girl-Band Wild Orchid Play The After-Dark for my taste.