Meh or Feh: Amy Poehler

Let’s get one thing clear: No matter how much I love Tina Fey, and despite also mostly liking Amy Poehler’s work, I will never see Baby Mama. No, really. I won’t. I can think of a thousand things off the top of my head that, when I ponder doing them, bring me less anguish — and yes, Do A Shot With Spencer is on that list, alongside burning off my own hair and going on Oprah wearing Crocs and leggings.

So it’s fair to say that I’m grumpy with Amy Poehler these days for being part of that movie. And maybe that’s why I’m judging her outfit here kind of harshly. But seriously, isn’t it just a tad underwhelming?

Sort of a snore, right? Not splashy enough to be fug, not chic or tailored enough to be effortlessly fab. It’s just so… I’m getting tired just staring at it for more than three seconds at a time. The semi-high-waisted, wide-legged pants don’t seem to fit that well, and the waist detail almost gives off the impression that they’re fancy chastity trousers — like Will Arnett has to lock up the goods before she goes out on the town, in case she spontaneously runs up on stage and moons everyone or tries to kidnap Jon Stewart by stuffing him down her pants. That satin shirt she’s got jammed in there is sort of frumpy and excessively shiny. The leather jacket with sweater-cuffs actually helps, believe it or not, but the whole effect evokes an ensemble Paula Poundstone might wear to a biker bar. And is that EVER the right direction for ANYONE?