I had a dream the other night that I was arguing with someone about who fromTwilightwas the most decorated actor, and this faceless individual would simply not agree with me that Anna Kendrick’s Oscar nomination secured that honor for her regardless of everyone else’s MTV Blah Blah Blah. This was a whole new sort of anxiety dream for me, given that usually I just dream that I have a final for a class I’ve never attended, no writing implements on my person, and no idea where said final is (those dreams, of course, take place when I was in college, before the Internet would have allowed me to just look up where the final was). It was a nice change?
This is also a nice change:
It’s quite costume-y — and, obviously, insert complaint here about her boring shoes (we need an acronym for that) — and yet overall, this is pretty charming. I’m incapable of resisting something that looks like it might have been featured in the happy, pre-trauma segments of an early Jacqueline Susann novel. Okay — edit that. I’m incapable of resisting clothing that looks like it might have been featured in the happy segments of an early Jacqueline Susann novel. I’m okay with passing on the the barbiturates.