Julianne Moore, what gives?
This is a prime example of someone with SO MUCH right about her -- pretty red hair! Creamy unblemished skin! Dimples! Talent! The ability to somehow make people forget that she was in both Nine Months AND that terrible movie where David Duchovny decided that the best way to make people stop thinking of him as Agent Mulder was to appear in a film in which he's investigating aliens with the help of a small redhead! -- who goes SO VERY WRONG.
Let's have a frank moment, you guys. I love Julianne Moore. You love Julianne Moore. I'm sure Julianne Moore's parents and friends and husband and neighbors love Julianne Moore. But she's wearing essentially an ill-fitting pea coat over tights. This works only if you're about to rip it off and burst into something originally choreographed by Bob Fosse. And while it's true that I wasn't actually AT the Met Costume Institute Gala Ball Party Bus Beer Boat or whatever it's actually called, I am pretty sure that no one made Julianne Moore perform.
