Listen, I love Susan Sarandon as much as the next ping pong/Rocky Horror/baseball/vehicular tomfoolery/nun aficionados.
But I am not at all convinced that is actually a dress. More like she decided she hated what she was supposed to throw on over it, so instead threw it out and continued along her merry way. And while I applaud the first part of that instinct, and often wish much of Hollywood would echo it, the second part is where I stumble. It’s a SLIP, Susan, not a solution.