Real talk: I’m ready for Demi Moore Renaissance. (A Demissance? Absolutely.) Yes, I think she’s wearing a fancy fall-themed drawstring wine bag from Party City here. But I also think no one would be better on a nighttime soap opera, looking sexy and also being vaguely conniving, than Demi Moore. Just imagine her, sitting in a fancy office chair and turning around to smirk at the camera in those opening credits. She’ll be the owner of some multimedia empire, who also has serious personal problems (and maybe [definitely] murdered a guy). She’ll wear a lot of thigh-high boots, and she probably owns a horse. You’ll love to hate her. It’ll be great.