I don’t even know if I CARE that the dress has Designer Impostor echoes of the Middleton wedding gown.

When La Mirren works it like she’s on deadline — when she hurls the train up that many inches over her head — it will suck me in every time. I am such an easy mark when it comes to this sort of red-carpet theatrics. If she’d added, say, some glasses, or a twirl, or a Hemsworth, it would have been an A-plus.

For those of you who want to see it standing still:

Those beachy-formal sandals are an interesting pick with this, although they appear to be expelling her pinky. She nailed the lipstick, too. Really, my main reservation is that I don’t love the heavy sleeves, but I mean… Miss Havisham WISHES, am I right?