This is a very gentle, floaty experience compared to crashing waves and fancy parrots and even the blush, studded sleekness of Nicole’s Oscars gown. It’s even bedecked with some sort of tree of life, or, at the very least, a flowering love shrub. My gut tells me I don’t hate the dress, but that it’s really the foliage of someone else’s existential promise. Like Elle Fanning’s. Elle would swan into a room wearing this dress and we’d all probably be like, “LO THE SWEET FRAGRANCE OF SPRING,” but Nicole just kinda looks like she’s fighting hay fever. I do suddenly want to see Elle play Nicole’s daughter in something, though, so at least I can put THAT out into the universe.