Previously, I’m fairly sure I would have testified in a court of law that the only people who could ever truly work red leather were Michael Jackson and Eddie Murphy. And I still feel that Rosie Huntington-Whiteley, Michael Jackson, and Eddie Murphy form a trio that has never been grouped together in any kind of meaningful way, other than “People I’ve Never Personally Met,” or “Folks Whose Estate-Planning Was More Complicated Than Mine.” But…I cannot say that these pants are technically BAD on her. They might be kind of good? Or is it just that I’m so distracted by the fact that her handbag seems to be planning an act of violence against her neck that the pants have ceased to be my number one priority?