I remember Laura Dern’s wardrobe for the Wild press tour being so ripe with fabness, so the prospect of this excited me a lot.

And it was going so well until I had to question whether those are two long strings drooping from her collar, and whether that weird middle corset thing is there for any other reason than to use up leftover material from someone’s new throw pillows, and then we got down to the lonely, wispy lace and the world seemed so empty down there. Everything around it is trampling whatever mojo the main pattern — and her wonderful head — is trying to muster. I would have preferred a much happier ending, but maybe I’m just holding this up to an impossible prior track record.

[PhotoL Getty]