BAFTAs Fug Carpet: Audrey Tautou

From the side, I kind of like this:

It’s unusual, but, you know, she’s kind of pulling it off. It looks sort of sexy, and I dig the pink fabric and the red accessories: it feels like Valentine’s Day all over again. (Valentine’s Day the holiday, not Valentine’s Day the movie, which would engender a far more enraged response.)

But then I saw the front:

OH NO. Where to begin? First and foremost: she may be French, but that doesn’t mean she ought to be made up like a mime. (Speaking of, remind me one day to tell you about the time I was in Paris and got directions from a drunk mime eating a gyro. True story.) Second, I fear this frock was made hastily from some bedsheets. Audrey’s very wee, so this thing is terribly overwhelming on her frame. It’s all fold and puffs, and no body in there. And last time I checked, overwhelming bedsheets wrapped around a sweet little lady mime is not exactly the height of sophistication. Or even the mid-point.