It’s really hard to be whimsical about Amy Adams’ outfits, because something about her and her wardrobe and whatnot does not invite whimsy. For a lady who was so bubbly and cute in Enchanted, a movie that could’ve swerved into annoying in anyone else’s hands, she herself doesn’t give you much to latch onto. Y’all, there’s a reason J.Lo is more fun to talk about, so clearly, Amy Adams needs to run off with somebody’s back-up dancer and then start performing dance music and wearing shiny sweatpants whose crotch flirts with her knees. This is tremendous life advice. And it’s FREE. You’re welcome, Amy.