That mannequin's outfit isn't terrible, either, so maybe this enterprise has a chance. Its eye makeup is a little on the strong side, like a heavy-handed pour of bottom-shelf vodka: cheap, overpowering, and yielding droopy lids. I like to pretend it's Mischa's sly nod to Momsen, as if to say, "Yes, you beat me, and now I have a store and you had Marilyn Manson's crotch rubbed against your neck. WHO'S WINNING NOW?"