Let's get one thing straight: I love Jennifer Garner. I love her, I love her relationship with Victor Garber, I love her and Ben Affleck together, I love it when she's on with Martha Stewart. I love her.
I do not love her in this, sadly:
Obviously, this is not the fug that symbolizes the end of the world. Neither of her nipples are visible, she isn't wearing a bucket on her head, and she hasn't got, like, a dildo strapped to her jeans like a tail, or something likewise tasteless and horrifying. It's just so...dreary. She looks like Mary Poppins, if old Mare fell into a deep, deep depression , stopped cleaning nurseries via magical means, and was no longer charmed by her whimsical carpet-bag. Try a spoonful of sugar, J Gar, and a little bit of color. Please!
