Golen Globes Fug or Fab: Anna Kendrick

As the only actress of any particular skill in Twilight and its progeny flick(s) — seriously, they ought to be kicking themselves for not giving her Ashley Greene’s much larger part — I’m very happy that Anna Kendrick is enjoying recognition for her actual gifts, and not just for being able to stare moodily at a really cold dude with stale bedhead. And BIG ups to her for handling with delicacy that heinous moment on E! when Giuliana thought it’d be adorable to use her to get to George Clooney, spent a full 30 seconds screaming George’s name only to be ignored, then yelled at George’s ladyfriend, “Elisabetta, I’m ITALIAN,” all while Anna stood there and smiled and acted like this wasn’t a) rude, b) embarrassing for Giuliana, and c) tragic. 

What a ride. It also must be heady to go from zero to Marchesa in almost no time at all.

This particular Marchesa, though, might be eating her alive. It’s a pretty concept for a dress, but I don’t care for the two-toned fabric happening around her midriff — it makes the whole thing seem like it’s sagging on her a little — and… bah. I don’t know. I prefer having a quantifiable instinct, but alas, sometimes my reactions don’t come with nifty explanations. Some days, I just want to write, “Meh,” and then hit “Publish.” I can’t put my finger on why I don’t adore this, but I don’t. Marchesa is usually so reliable in terms of interestingly built and achingly pretty gowns; every time I gaze at this, though, I feel like I’m looking at someone’s very delicate holiday tree skirt.