Well, Viola besting Meryl is certainly interesting vis a vis the Academy Awards, but Jean Dujardin beating out Intern George means our boy may not win the Oscar — and that’s a shame, because I would’ve loved to see the Intern George/Viola Davis roadshow pass through that press line. It’s fun seeing what Intern George looks like shoulder-to-shoulder with a woman in his own age bracket.
And why wouldn’t you want to be shoulder-to-shoulder with this one? She’s a bombshell. This is the kind of Marchesa that wooed us all in their early days — ladylike, pretty, with details that were more artful than aggressive; I’m curious if we’ll see a return to this style now that everyone finds their current designs so thoroughly ridiculous. (Did anyone catch Georgina Chapman on Project Runway All Stars, telling someone that his/her design used too much stuff? Right before I passed out laughing, I swear I saw Satan strapping on some ice skates.) Anyway, that’s not the point. The subject here is Viola Davis, and while it’s great to see her recognized for her talent, it’s also nice to have a chance to recognize her for being a super hot physical specimen. She’s glowing. Love the cleavage — it’s just enough — and love the more relaxed coif. I know she’s happily married and has a new baby and all, but how awesome would it have been if SHE and Intern George were dating? She would eat him alive. In a way he probably desperately needs. Oh well. Your loss, George; your win, Mr. Viola Davis.