We here at GFY are nothing if not fair: We have a rigid Intern George time-sharing schedule, for instance; we never eat the last Twinkie without offering to split it into thirds; and we hardly EVER cheat at any of our epic Uno tournaments. So, in the name of that unflinching dispassion, I figure we might as well complete the pentagon, as it were -- we've had at Jennifer Connelly, Jennifer Aniston, and Scarlett Johansson, so let's have a gander at He's Just Not That Into You's other unfortunate participants, Drew Barrymore and Ginnifer Goodwin.
Side note: How weird must it have been on that set, with Jennifer, Jennifer, AND Ginnifer? Maybe they referred to them as Jennifer, Jen, and... Gin, although frankly, anyone running around a movie set screaming for Gin probably instead received a lot of sympathetic looks at at least one giant bottle of Beefeater. Maybe the next person to do a movie with Ms. Goodwin should try that one. You're welcome.
Ahem. Where was I? Ah yes: Let's start as every day should, with Gin.
It's hard to muster up much excitement, because in general, Ginnifer herself didn't -- I'm not sure I saw a single picture where she was smiling, except maybe for one in which she greeted somebody. Too bad, really, because she SHOULD be happy. She's fantastic on Big Love (and holy cheese sandwich, wasn't Sunday's episode brilliant? Wow), no one will remember she was even IN this movie in about six months, her hair looks really pretty and healthy, and that color totally works on her. Perhaps she's frustrated that her skirt is wrinkled. Maybe her necklace of giant amber kryptonite has sapped her of the ability to use her facial muscles. Or maybe the tight leather bonds of those shoes are cutting off her circulation, and she's embarrassed, because the second she tries to take a step her sleeping feet will betray her and send her tumbling toward a date with a mouthful of musty, moldy red carpet. Which is probably not the rebound relationship she had hoped to throw in Chris Klein's face. We may never know why she was so glum, but on the whole, I think she looked the best of all five ladies.
This leaves us with Drew Barrymore:
Side note: How weird must it have been on that set, with Jennifer, Jennifer, AND Ginnifer? Maybe they referred to them as Jennifer, Jen, and... Gin, although frankly, anyone running around a movie set screaming for Gin probably instead received a lot of sympathetic looks at at least one giant bottle of Beefeater. Maybe the next person to do a movie with Ms. Goodwin should try that one. You're welcome.
Ahem. Where was I? Ah yes: Let's start as every day should, with Gin.
It's hard to muster up much excitement, because in general, Ginnifer herself didn't -- I'm not sure I saw a single picture where she was smiling, except maybe for one in which she greeted somebody. Too bad, really, because she SHOULD be happy. She's fantastic on Big Love (and holy cheese sandwich, wasn't Sunday's episode brilliant? Wow), no one will remember she was even IN this movie in about six months, her hair looks really pretty and healthy, and that color totally works on her. Perhaps she's frustrated that her skirt is wrinkled. Maybe her necklace of giant amber kryptonite has sapped her of the ability to use her facial muscles. Or maybe the tight leather bonds of those shoes are cutting off her circulation, and she's embarrassed, because the second she tries to take a step her sleeping feet will betray her and send her tumbling toward a date with a mouthful of musty, moldy red carpet. Which is probably not the rebound relationship she had hoped to throw in Chris Klein's face. We may never know why she was so glum, but on the whole, I think she looked the best of all five ladies.
This leaves us with Drew Barrymore:
Perhaps due to the furor over her gargantuan bouffant from the Golden Globes -- or perhaps just because she felt like it, dammit -- Drew went with the total opposite: a slick ponytail that's actually pretty cute. WHAT is up with the dusky fabric on the bodice, though? In this photo it looks like it came untucked, or like one side is weeping...
Whereas in this one... I don't even KNOW. It's reaching out like a vaguely menacing satin claw, anxious to grope anyone or anything that comes within its clammy reach. It's not often that I advocate the use of office products to enhance a garment -- indeed, I kind of dinged Amy Adams for it this morning -- but this is a rare case where the dress might have succeeded, or at least been less confusing to me, if someone's personal assistant leapt to the rescue with a stapler and fastened that superfluous chunk back to the bodice. Maybe Staples can turn this into a new ad campaign... although they might want to be mindful of the mixed messages that can result from wantonly doling out Easy Buttons in this town. I'm just saying.
