lo and behold, as i watch the oscars last night, THIS is what a 21 year old girl chooses to wear at what will probably be one of the BIGGEST GALAS OF HER LIFE, where she's nominated in her chosen field for ONE OF ITS HIGHEST HONOURS:
no sooner did the camera cut to her (we only saw the last 1/4 of the oscars as we were at my grandpa's banquet and then had to be driven all the way back downtown) then my home phone rings. i pick it up, and without a hello, i hear my sister's exasperated, harried-working-mother-of-two voice: "SHE'S. WEARING. BLACK." as a point of comparison, let's look at what, say, helen mirren wore:
ummm...helen mirren is like 60-something. and she's rocking her silver hair, amazing bod, giant tee-tas like it ain't no thang.
fine, let's get someone closer to ellen page's age range:
jessica alba is knocked up with some random schmoe (with minimal prospects)'s baby, has starred in more flops this year than i can count (one of which featured DANE COOK) and yet she STILL manages to make it look like she's got her s**t together.
i rest my case. no excuses, ms. ellen page!
mark my words: if she doesn't get herself a stylist, she'll be marginalized in hollywood within 5 years. you gotta play the game, son. you gotta play the game (if there's one thing that both the wire and dodgeball have drilled into me, it's the above).
i'll probably post my reviews of in the valley of ellah and be kind rewind tonight. a bientot.
fin.
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