You have to give Rachel McAdams credit: she doesn’t always get it right, but she tries things, and in the long run, that’s more interesting than the alternative. So let’s take a look at the Marchesa she wore for the Cannes premiere of her Woody Allen movie, which looks kind of terrible. But on the other hand, Paris — the city, not the celebutante — appears to have been filmed so beautifully that it makes me want to cry. So…. At least there’s that. We’ll always have cinematography.
Fugger: Rachel McAdams
I went through so many pictures of this photo call, trying to find one where McAdams here isn’t posing with her hands on her hips. This was the best I could find:
Girl, when you’ve got do-dads on your hips, you don’t want to be squashing them with your hands! That’s like the designer dress equivalent of a bride spending her wedding reception sitting on her bouquet. That being said, I think this is pretty swell. White is hard to wear without veering into bridal — or into Hey, I Look As Pale and Wan As If I Just Spent the Last Six Weeks in a Sanitarium — but I think she manages to avoid both those pitfalls. Also: that Ron Livingston-alike in the background is cute. That has nothing to do with her outfit, I just thought I’d note it.
How do you like it? COMMENT IT UP. Also, do we think she and Michael Sheen are engaged? Because I love that idea. (So this post is a little extra gossip-y and all over the place. IT HAPPENS.)
I seriously feel like this is one of those things where you’re all, “so close….AND THEN SO FAR AWAY” — as, in just one moment, what seems so promising turns…alarming. Take a journey with me, Fug Nation.
This is a fairly nice choice for Rachel, if perhaps a familiar one — we all know I have the memory banks of a particularly tiny yam, so I’m sure I’ve even possibly written about it before in another color and simply don’t recall it because it happened more than two hours ago. The piled-high hair, I’m not as sure about, but I think my biggest issue is that I’d have loved to see this on her in another setting entirely. Somebody from Camp McAdams should’ve gotten briefed on the setting, so that Rachel could’ve avoided completely matching the backdrop — kind of blunts the impact of a big red dress, big red lips, and big (non-red, but that would’ve been awesome) hair. And as you’ll see in the slideshow, blending into one’s surroundings can have very… complicated… side effects.
I started out planning to give this a Well Played:
It fits, she looks shapely, the shoes are sassy, her hair is nice and not pink… but then I noticed that I think the shoes are actually translucent (are those toes I see before me?) and something about her makeup isn’t sitting quite right with me — she doesn’t look dewy so much as perhaps like she doesn’t feel great and was rallying through a head cold — and then of course I can NEVER decide if the crinkled style is flattering in this instance or an ill-advised ode to the accordion. And that leaves me with cold feet.
I love this on Rachel:
Not a sentiment I ever thought I’d attach to something that is ostensibly inspired by the watercolor. But it’s a good reminder that while watercolors are something we often associate with crappy paintings in three-star beach motels, they’re also the work of, you know, great artists and whatnot. RMcA looks flirty and romantic, but not dowdy, or as though she’s wearing a shower curtain, which was definitely the risk with this one. It’s so nice to see her back in fine fettle once more.