I get what she was going for her, but there is no way that I was ever going to like this. The bodice looks like a molar; the pants, I will accept if and only if she is planning to do a tap dance routine devoted to the trope of the 30s musical ingenue who is Disguised As a Boy for some kind of misguided romantical purposes. Actually, I will forgive her for any fashion misstep ever if we can get K Stew in a tap-dance movie.