This was easily my favorite of Natalie’s awards-season gowns — a crowning moment for her bump, if childbirth puns are your thing. To go from a sucking chest wound in the shape of a rose to this lovely, graceful Rodarte is sort of like going from, say, the fire swamp to Westley’s hot pirate love boat. Even her speech was better, with fewer cutesy references to how badly her fiance has, historically, wanted to nail her. Although we were half-expecting a discourse on the unexpected joys and struggles of suddenly having ginormous boobs, but maybe she’ll save that one for the Met Ball, assuming she’s a) invited, and b) present, and not in a birthing suite somewhere listening to Enya and panting.