I feel like the Dakota Fanning heads in those posters are glaring at Kirsten Dunst, all, "Oh, GREAT. Is THIS what I have to look forward to from my twenties?" Because as charming a person as Kirsten might be, this outfit just makes me depressed:
It's just so SAD. The shlumpy blue camisole, the little string suspenders attached to her sack skirt that doesn't appear to fit, those piffling white flats, no makeup, bangs in her face... seriously, "sad sack" is the phrase. If 80 percent of Paul Giamatti's resume could be interpreted sartorially, it would look like this. And it's confusing, because I thought Kirsten was dating Justin Long. Isn't he packing some kind of magic man-wand? Remember how glowy Drew Barrymore got while they were hot and heavy? I mean, he's freaking MAC, for God's sake. According to all those 30-second spots on my TV, everything he touches turns to happy. So what are you waiting for, man? TOUCH HER, JUSTIN. TOUCH HER LIKE YOU MEAN IT.
It's just so SAD. The shlumpy blue camisole, the little string suspenders attached to her sack skirt that doesn't appear to fit, those piffling white flats, no makeup, bangs in her face... seriously, "sad sack" is the phrase. If 80 percent of Paul Giamatti's resume could be interpreted sartorially, it would look like this. And it's confusing, because I thought Kirsten was dating Justin Long. Isn't he packing some kind of magic man-wand? Remember how glowy Drew Barrymore got while they were hot and heavy? I mean, he's freaking MAC, for God's sake. According to all those 30-second spots on my TV, everything he touches turns to happy. So what are you waiting for, man? TOUCH HER, JUSTIN. TOUCH HER LIKE YOU MEAN IT.
