I love how it looks like the girls in the poster are shrieking at Rumer and Demi.
[Photo: Splash News]
Not that shrieking is necessarily warranted here. Demi looks lovely and dignified. But Rumer... she's getting there, she really is. The jacket is intricate and interesting. But it's also a tad mature: I could it on anyone ranging from Cate Blanchett to Meryl Streep or Helen Mirren to freaking Barbara Walters in that thing. Okay, maybe not Baba Wawa, unless she put a camisole under it, but you get the gist -- don't clothe yourself into your golden years, Rumer.
I'd almost like to see them trade outfits. Maybe we'd find out that it takes a very particular face and body to pull off an explosion of ruffles, but it also might be fun to see Rumer in a dress that's not strapless, since she has a pathological inability to choose one that wants to stay above her ribcage. As for Demi, she could totally work the lace, and would probably do better than pairing it with a truly unremarkable pair of black pants. They definitely don't compete with the top, it's true, but they don't enhance it either. In fact, they're kind of rolling over and playing dead. I'm glad Rumer herself is not -- if Demi Moore were my mother, I might consider giving up completely and becoming a shut-in who never shaves and eats only what can be foraged from the attic -- but I do wish she'd done something else here.
How would you fix this? Swap their clothes? Keep them in their outfits, but lose the pants (and replace them with something else)? Give them more exciting shoes? Or are they perfect just the way they left the house? Fair readers, let us know. You know the rules: On topic, on manners, on Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen. Merci.
[Photo: Splash News]
Not that shrieking is necessarily warranted here. Demi looks lovely and dignified. But Rumer... she's getting there, she really is. The jacket is intricate and interesting. But it's also a tad mature: I could it on anyone ranging from Cate Blanchett to Meryl Streep or Helen Mirren to freaking Barbara Walters in that thing. Okay, maybe not Baba Wawa, unless she put a camisole under it, but you get the gist -- don't clothe yourself into your golden years, Rumer.
I'd almost like to see them trade outfits. Maybe we'd find out that it takes a very particular face and body to pull off an explosion of ruffles, but it also might be fun to see Rumer in a dress that's not strapless, since she has a pathological inability to choose one that wants to stay above her ribcage. As for Demi, she could totally work the lace, and would probably do better than pairing it with a truly unremarkable pair of black pants. They definitely don't compete with the top, it's true, but they don't enhance it either. In fact, they're kind of rolling over and playing dead. I'm glad Rumer herself is not -- if Demi Moore were my mother, I might consider giving up completely and becoming a shut-in who never shaves and eats only what can be foraged from the attic -- but I do wish she'd done something else here.
How would you fix this? Swap their clothes? Keep them in their outfits, but lose the pants (and replace them with something else)? Give them more exciting shoes? Or are they perfect just the way they left the house? Fair readers, let us know. You know the rules: On topic, on manners, on Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen. Merci.
