As we said in our Cut slideshow, this one’s hard, because obviously Julia Roberts had a LOT more to think about in the past few weeks than what to wear to the Oscars. I am not unsympathetic to the awkwardness and unpleasantness and grief that goes along with everything that happened with her late half-sister, but I also can’t fold all that up and tuck it into my bra like my emergency twenty dollar bill and pretend this is a great choice:
The skirt, I can live with, but the top is really frumpy on her. The peplum is NOT GREAT, BOB, the top is just loose enough that it makes her boobs look like they are resting on the waist band, and I don’t even understand why only one of her straps has a lace flap. It’s all very, “Well, I don’t like anything else BETTER, so…” And it’s a shame that her entire awards season trajectory went from OMG to WTF to DOT DOT DOT, all of which are below the equator on the Fug Graph. Seriously, scroll down so that you can’t see her head, and then consider that if I told you this was an actress whose name starts with J, you’d go to, say, Julia Ormond, or Julie Delpy, or Juliette Binoche — plenty of other J names, none of which would be “Julia Roberts.” And yet here we are. I hope she gets to play a saloon madam who swills her own impure moonshine, or else this isn’t worth it.