Scarlett Johansson

October 22, 2009

Played, Scarlett Johansson

Before you write in and point out that I'm missing a word in the title of this post, I did that on purpose. I'm not super deeply in love with this ScarJo dress, but I don't think she's played it badly, so a regular post or a "Fug Or Fab" seem out of bounds. That's why it seems more appropriate merely to point out that she has indeed worn an outfit -- an outfit that I THINK I do at least LIKE once I distract myself from how much makeup she's wearing, EXCEPT...

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... Can anyone tell me what those marks are on her calves? (Why I noticed these, and not Blake Lively's blotchy chest makeup from earlier today, I don't know.) They don't look like a bronzer accident; at first I thought they were footless nylons, but I don't think that's the case either. They almost remind me of the marks I get on my ankles if my gym socks are too tight. Or like how some guys don't grow hair below that point on their legs, because their socks rub the follicles or they tape their ankles for sports, or whatever the heck the reason is. Has Scarlett been logging too many hours on the treadmill or something? Is she wearing duct-tape socks that have eaten away at her pigment? I'm curious. Slap a tail on me, shove a banana in my mouth, and call me George.

Also: I remember a while ago there was a story on one of the tabloid sites about Scarlett Johansson feeling the need to deny rumors that she's dropped fifteen pounds. My first thought was probably something along the lines of, "Jessica Simpson is going to stab something when she reads this story." My second thought was, "Why do I find it impossible to remember that she's married to Ryan Reynolds? And how RANDOM did that feel? And do they ever actually spend time in each other's company, excepting that time she showed up on Saturday Night Live when he hosted?" And THEN I wondered where Scarlett Johansson would've found fifteen pounds to shave off even if she'd wanted to do so. But in looking at this photo, I do think she is skinnier, and that possibly her denial was just semantics -- in the sense that fifteen may not be the exact correct number of pounds she has lost, which is akin to saying, three days before your 22nd birthday, that it's untrue that you are 22: Technically you are setting the record straight, but it's splitting hairs. I don't think Scarlett needed to drop any weight (and in fact I suspect it was just a by-product of training for her Iron Man 2 role, rather than anything she did on purpose), but I don't think she looks unhealthy. It's just... different. It's not what we're used to from her. I do hope she will resume a worshipful relationship with sandwiches, but at least she's not veering into Lindsay Lohan territory here, and for that we can all be thankful.

July 27, 2009

Iron Fug 2

As I waded through the magazine graveyard on my coffee table, I came across the Entertainment Weekly that has the cast of Iron Man 2 on the cover and thought, "Damn, ScarJo looks really kind of hot with the dark red hair and that makeup. Well done, her."

And then:

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The individual elements are not awful, necessarily, but the sum of the parts equals Infinite Blah (which, coincidentally, could be the title of a thesis analyzing Scarlett's movie performances, and yes, I do include Lost In Translation; I am apparently the only person in the world who thought that movie was as interesting as watching a placemat for signs of intelligence). For starters, ScarJo looks more like a bad wax replica of herself: overly shiny, awkwardly posed, and just off, possibly because the blurry-eyed sculptor picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue. But the top of the dress rubs me the wrong way, too -- it evokes a very elaborate support garment that's never meant to see the light of day except at a Sears catalog shoot, and I don't think it fits her as well as she thinks it does. I don't know, somehow the whole feh-ness of this ensemble makes me dislike it even more strongly than if it had been made of, say, linoleum and a My Little Pony.

Although, let's face it, you totally want to see THAT outfit.  I'm sure Lady Gaga will wear it jogging in a week.
I don't speak French, per se; though I can recognize what some words are and how to say them, I took Spanish as my foreign language in high school. So while I can't be positive what some of the cover lines are on this issue of French Elle, I get a lot more enjoyment out of filling in the blanks myself with what I think is applicable:

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For example, right by Scarlett's right arm, I decided it says, "New home, new baby? WHY SWEET JESUS WHY?!? I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN TWO MONTHS." Further down, I've decided the "affaire courjault" one is suggesting that she have a torrid and slightly gross orgy with three dudes who dress as court jesters for a living, which will tire her out a LOT, but at least she'll have a good story to tell people over coffee the next day while she tries to wake up enough to go to work.

You get the idea. I don't care or want to know what they ACTUALLY say (so, no e-mails necessary): It's impossible for me to look at any of this without thinking that Scarlett looks like she posed for this cover after four sleepless nights in a row, which involved a lot of wine and some Rock Band and possibly that jester orgy, and then at least three viewings of Beaches, during which cried herself silly. I appreciate au naturel as much as the next girl, but there is a gray area between "Photoshopped into a cartoon" and "It's 3 a.m. and I am still wearing last Thursday's bra." So the problem for Elle becomes, I'm not sure I'd want to buy this magazine based on the cover image of a really exhausted, hungry-looking girl and a story about how to lose a size in three weeks. Because whatever it is she's doing, I think I want to do the opposite.

March 3, 2009

Scarfug Jofugsson

Lately, Scarlett Johansson and I have been warring over patterns -- specifically, she keeps choosing things I hate, and it aggrieves me. So I'm pleased that this doesn't offend me:

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It's a cute take on your basic animal print, it fits her gloriously, it's a good length, and in all it's rather flattering. Much better than when she looks swathed in wallpaper samples.

But her head is giving me problems. I don't hate the dark hair in general, but that is a LOT of makeup, especially paired with such a striking dress. Seriously, she's stepping into Evan Rachel Wood territory, back in the heyday of ERW's spooky affair with Marilyn Manson where she was denying turning herself into Dita Von Teese even as she dyed her hair black and started wearing enough face cake every day to supply ten mimes for a year. This may not bode well -- I hope ScarJo isn't about to go really Goth on us and leave Ryan Reynolds for some rocker with one white contact lens and the distinct air of being one who eats bunnies.

February 3, 2009

He's Just Fug Into Fug

Considering that the trailer for He's Just Not That Into You is an epically unfunny letdown when you factor in the huge, experienced cast -- in addition to the fact that Jess and I have had lengthy discussions on how the emphasis being placed on "not," which you can see in this backdrop, seems wrong; shouldn't it be either "He's just not that into you," or, "He's just not that into you, or even, "He's just not that into you"? -- I suppose it's apt that all the clothes these actresses wore to the premieres are epic letdowns as well. Personally, I am just not that into Scarlett Johansson's fabric choices lately. Like, what is this?

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I hate dipping back into the old "I once saw a $1500 sofa in that pattern," nor do I want to regurgitate that faithful "bed in a bag" jibe or even "I think her stylist should stop showing her wallpaper samples." Even though they all apply. But fortunately, the ACTUAL first image that came into my head was of one of those ornate Russian nesting dolls, and after a couple similarly themed complaints came in from our readers, I decided to embrace that angle:
December 11, 2008

Fugrit

This was going to be a Fug or Fab, but then I realized that it takes a truly special dress to actually make your head look too small for your body:

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Not to mention to make the rightly-famous Curves of ScarJo look kind of droopy and non-existent. If this dress can do that, what other Dark Arts has it mastered? Can it give you zits? Will it add twenty pounds to your body, but only on your right leg? Could it sneak out in the dead of night and move your car to the street-cleaning side of the street, earning you countless tickets and a cold, dark fear that you've been sleep-parking? Will it call all of your ex-boyfriends and tell them that you've never gotten over them and are right now embroidering their names on your underwear and sobbing while watching a marathon of TLC's A Wedding Story? WILL NO ONE STOP ITS REIGN OF TERROR?


December 10, 2008

The Fuggit

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SCARJO: Well well, Eva. We meet again.

EVA MENDES: Can you believe we're both in this shitty-looking movie? The trailer is terrible.

SAMUEL L. JACKSON: I MOTHERF*&%ING LOVE IT.

SCARJO: Aren't you going to compliment my outfit, Eva? Don't I look better? Older?

EVA: Oh, sweetie. No. I mean, again, it's FINE, but... red lipstick doesn't make you look adult if you pair it with that hemline and that severe hair. Are you three feet tall? Is this your seventh-grade spring formal?

SAMUEL L.: GET THAT MOTHERF*&%ING HEMLINE OFF YOUR MOTHERF*&%ING SHINS.

SCARJO: Really? Dammit. There is no pleasing you people. At least the rest of it doesn't look like a spotted bedsheet...

EVA: Well, I just knew I wouldn't have to try that hard, because you'd do something weird and Samuel L. would wear velvet pants and I'd be the big winner no matter what. Plus, my shoes are amazing.

SAMUEL L: THOSE MOTHERF*&%ING SHOES SAVE THE WHOLE MOTHERF*&%ING OUTFIT. I AM MOTHERF*&%ING FEELING IT.

EVA: See?

SCARJO: I hate you all.

Sigh. It has been what I will charitably refer to as A Week. So of course I would want to use a photo of ScarJo and Eva Mendes together, and of COURSE only one such photo would exist, and OF COURSE it would be the one photo that is not in our subscription. See, I don't have a whole lot to say about Eva Mendes on her own -- my feelings have been summed up in a story I already told on this site, about how a preview for her own MOVIE misspelled her name because clearly nobody was interested enough to spell-check it -- so I was counting on ScarJo to liven things up for us. But no.

And then I realized, screw it, y'all. It's Friday. I am in no mood, Universe. So I am going to MAKE THEM stand next to each other.

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EVA: Oh, hey, Scarlett.

SCARLETT: Hi! God, you look fabulous. That dress is amazing on you.

EVA: That is so true. I'm totally smoking hot!.

SCARLETT: ... You're supposed to reciprocate the compliment, I think.

EVA: Oh, well, right, of course. Your dress isn't BAD at all, really. In fact it's way better than the micro-mini and refried-bandanna top you just wore yesterday. But I have to ask: Are you by any chance using the same stylist as Dakota Fanning?

SCARLETT: No! But even so, Dakota is adorable.

EVA: Yes. But she's also, like, a ninth-grader. You're married with cleavage. You could be wickedly scorching, like me, and instead I feel compelled to take you to an Easter egg hunt.

SCARLETT: Are you quite finished?

EVA: No. Here's another: I look like your wicked sexy English teacher and you look like you're writing a sequel to Our Town for your final project.

SCARLETT: You're nuts. I don't look that crazy childish.

EVA: Do too.

SCARLETT: Do not.

EVA: Do TOO.

SCARLETT: DO NOT.

EVA: DO TOO.

SCARLETT: DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT. MOOOOOOM!

EVA: Aha! See? I told you. I said you were channeling a ninth-grader and I'm totally right. I think I wore that to my junior-high graduation, come to think of it.

SCARLETT: Well, congratulations. I am not going to talk to you any more. No notes in your locker, no picking you for my team in volleyball, no sharing the same Bunsen burner. NOTHING. HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES?

EVA: Actually, I feel great. And I certainly look fantastic, so hey, everybody wins! And by "everybody," I mean me.

SCARLETT: Oh, you're a lunatic. The public will defend me!

December 3, 2008

Fug in Translation

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"That's right, plebians! Gaze on the Johansson! Behold my nubile glory! Witness a sliver of the misguided tattoo I got for Ryan Reynolds, because that always works out so well! Implore me to pull my skirt down an inch or two! Sob as I ignore your words of wisdom! SOB, FOOLS!"
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So, word on the street is that CosmoGirl is kaput. Which is a shame for its staff: it can't have been easy to take the essence of Cosmo (sex tips) and translate it for a younger audience, and goodness knows no one likes to hear about failing projects in this, Our National Time of OMG I'm Just Going To Hide All My Money In My Mattress LA LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU TALKING ABOUT THE STOCK MARKET LA LA LA LA! On the other hand, I can't help but wonder if someone at Hearst saw this copy on the coffee table, picked it up, and said, "shortie jumpers in NOVEMBER? THIS IS OVER." I mean, can't you rock the vote just as enthusiastically in, say, jeans? And without even worrying about what they're going to do to your crotch. THAT'S patriotic.

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