And, the worst-dressed. Same rules apply as with best-dressed: All the contenders are in one slideshow, but the telecast and post-parties are split up in the polls. Which are after the jump, because: long. Judge, then convict.
Fug File: Oscars
As they say at the bar, you don’t have to go home, Oscars, but you can’t stay here. Let’s wrap this awards season up!
Joan Collins, our patron saint, getting it done as usual. With bonus Jackie!
[Photos: Getty, Fame/Flynet]
We’re at the point in Oscars coverage where all I can hear in my head is Billy Crystal singing, “Oscar OSCAR, who will WIIIIIN.” It’s quite an earworm.
In the interest of starting on a note of kindness and positivity, I think she looks so striking from the clavicle up. She can really carry off that No Makeup Makeup, which is nearly impossible. HOWEVS:
These kinds of dresses — no, I can’t believe this isn’t the first one I’ve seen, either, but it’s not –always just look to me as if someone is giving saucy rabbit ears to a woman’s torso. It doesn’t seem particularly flattering? I mean, don’t get me wrong: I like a deep vee. But something about this just looks like someone snuck a wedge of dress pie from the sartorial dessert that was cooling off in the fridge. And, great. Now I want dessert.
Not enough of any of these — never enough! — but still a nice showing.