After much thought, I believe I have finally figured out the deal with this:
It's SO obvious. I felt like Kyra Sedgwick during that moment on every episode of The Closer where she's, like, drinking a Fanta or something and it causes her to realize that OF COURSE the killer is the victim's neighbor's hairdresser's boyfriend, who works at the recycling plant! (Kyra, I love your hair. Please never break up with Kevin. You are my favorite long-term celebrity couple. Should you divorce, I fear the four horsemen and locusts would follow.) P. Cruz is quite clearly engaging in some high-concept, low-tech form of CAMOUFLAGE, allowing her suit to blend in with the red carpet in order to highlight her face (beautiful as ever) and her shoes (which WILL be mine. Oh, yes. They will be mine). I can't believe I didn't put this together earlier! Time to celebrate with a Fanta.
It's SO obvious. I felt like Kyra Sedgwick during that moment on every episode of The Closer where she's, like, drinking a Fanta or something and it causes her to realize that OF COURSE the killer is the victim's neighbor's hairdresser's boyfriend, who works at the recycling plant! (Kyra, I love your hair. Please never break up with Kevin. You are my favorite long-term celebrity couple. Should you divorce, I fear the four horsemen and locusts would follow.) P. Cruz is quite clearly engaging in some high-concept, low-tech form of CAMOUFLAGE, allowing her suit to blend in with the red carpet in order to highlight her face (beautiful as ever) and her shoes (which WILL be mine. Oh, yes. They will be mine). I can't believe I didn't put this together earlier! Time to celebrate with a Fanta.
