I have to give it to this dress: It’s fun… when someone has fun with it. Ellie, fortunately, flipped up that cape and twirled in it so as to give it some life, but when she stood still…
… it’s fine, but suddenly I’m staring at that giant ruched cummerbund, and it’s like she’s wearing a robe and matching jammies rather than a saucy cape.
I can’t even talk about the shoes. They are unspeakable. They look like they’re made from cheap plastic cords — if they didn’t chafe at every single point they crossed her leg, I would be astonished — and I assume Karl designed them after falling asleep during Gladiator and having a fever dream about it taking place during Woodstock. They are totally undercutting this dress’s sense of fun, rather than enhancing it, and… wow, okay, it turns out I can talk about them, even though a simple WORDS probably would’ve sufficed.
