Sunday night may have been the longest of Anne Hathaway’s career, and I am including any future gigs in that statement. It was, as E! said, THAT bad. But were her clothes? Reportedly Rachel Zoe was charging a fortune to handle the styling, and judging by the fact that most of the gowns were custom-made, she probably earned it — she really should name this kid Oscar, since this show basically bankrolled her maternity leave. Put on your judgment pants and take a tour through Exhibits A through H of Hathaway’s eight costume changes, and then decide whether you think Rachel did right by her client.

And, also, whether ANYONE did right by Anne, by allowing her to participate in this epic shitshow. I mean, it reduced her to being a Woo Girl. Did you notice that? Every time she introduced anyone, five seconds later, the exact same epic “WOOOOOOO!” emanated from Anne’s half of the stage. I half expected the camera to cut to her doing body shots off Hugh Jackman, before trying to roll up Giuliana Rancic and smoke her.

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