At least the pale yellow hair isn’t as bothersome in this picture:
And truly, she’s a very pretty lady. Love the ruby color. But — and maybe this is just me — if I’d been in a movie called 27 Dresses, all about how I was always a bridesmaid, I’d probably be VERY CAREFUL the rest of my life not to wear anything that smacks of being an altar attendant. I keep waiting for someone to hand her a bouquet and demand that she fluff someone’s train.
However, I think she planned ahead for this criticism, figuring that if nobody liked the dress she’d have one ace left up her sleeve:
Sassy glasses! You know how much we struggle to stay objective in the face of sassy glasses! However, somehow I still kind of want her to go away, so maybe she is breaking the thrall of the spectacle.