Of all the glittery dresses from Sunday night, this one is my favorite.
I think it’s because I didn’t expect it on Maria Bello. No idea why — in my mind, she usually downplays the fact that she’s a total bombshell. Maybe that’s not true; maybe she is always like, “HELLO, AMERICA, I’VE STILL GOT IT.” But the point is, the dress on her made me feel like I was seeing something new, even if I wasn’t, and I think that’s one mark of a successful red-carpet outing. Another mark is making me want to drop and do crunches on the spot. Mission accomplished, Maria. … Well, I mean, the yen was there. No actual crunches occurred. Don’t try to change me, baby.
