Margarita Leveiva must be bummed out that she got whacked from Revenge before Justin Hartley got cast on it, because he is hot and charming (and the person from Passions, or anything really, that we most want to see back on TV playing a charming rogue)(although Precious the orangutan is on that list as well)(and poor Julian, who had to endure an accidental castration and then his drunk surgeon girlfriend sewing it back on a backward, to where any arousal at all WOULD KILL HIM)(that is rough)(and then he unknowingly slept with a half-man, half-woman who was his… half-son, I guess?)(also rough)(I miss that show). Although I’m sure she probably would’ve been marooned in other scenes with her drippy bar-owner boyfriend and their old-age pensioner baby named Carl. Seriously, “Carl” is just one of those names that I feel like people should be legally prohibited from using until they hit fifty. Like Ethel.
Anyway, the passions that I feel about this are of the negative variety:
Obviously, jumpsuits = boo. (Isn’t THAT some elegant language.) But this one is even more irritating because either she or the designer cuffed the limb holes so that they’re at really unflattering lengths. She’s like a balloon, slowly inflating. At least the shoes have potential. Please rescue them, Margarita, and give them a better future.