Wow. I know we've been entreating Renee Zellweger to ditch the same-old, same-old strapless gowns, but apparently we've got to be careful what we wish for with this one:
The hair, the shredded top (not strapless but still shoulderless -- one step at a time, I guess), the vague sense that she's not sure entirely what's happening or why... She looks like Crazy Aunt Ne-Ne, who's been let out of her attic for the first time since TV was black-and-white, crawled down a gin bottle, tasered her minders, and is now trying to hail a cab to the nearest military base to show our boys some real gratitude.
I mean.... SERIOUSLY, Renee:
The hair, the shredded top (not strapless but still shoulderless -- one step at a time, I guess), the vague sense that she's not sure entirely what's happening or why... She looks like Crazy Aunt Ne-Ne, who's been let out of her attic for the first time since TV was black-and-white, crawled down a gin bottle, tasered her minders, and is now trying to hail a cab to the nearest military base to show our boys some real gratitude.
I mean.... SERIOUSLY, Renee:
I am pretty sure the mice who helped piece together Cinderella's dress were alternately coked-up and deeply depressed.
