The other day, I mentioned that Natasha Lyonne has a new stylist and they were promising big things… and now I’m worried I hallucinated that, because I can’t find the quote. Still, doesn’t it feel true? Because of that, and now this:
While the inherent drama in this is undeniable, I am not sure I can climb on board. She looks too much like a fallen angel who couldn’t get her wings back on the right way and just hopes the boss won’t notice — the heavenly equivalent of that scene in movies where people who aren’t supposed to be smoking hide a lit cigarette in their mouths, yet no one is fooled, because of all the smoke and agonizing tongue-burning. That tulle is the lit cigarette, and its smoke is making my eyes water.