Full disclosure: Mostly, I love this.
Cate Blanchett is just so striking, and this dress is a perfect example of something that is all about context. On some CW starlet it might just look like she's trying to be a more cheerful version of Mary-Kate Olsen; on Emma Watson, I would wonder if she'd stolen the official witch's robe of the Hogwarts sex-ed teacher; on Liza Minnelli I would fear she had fallen into the orchestra pit and banged her head on a tuba, because there are no sequins here; on Michey Rourke, I would probably applaud, because it's a huge upgrade. You get the idea. Cate looks graceful, relaxed, and radiant, not to mention she bested many others -- like her countrywoman Melissa George -- by resisting the urge to wear a searing crimson lipstick to match. Lovely.
But. BUT. The shoes. It falls apart for me with the shoes. They are not only a different red, but they are officially too MUCH red. I feel a bit like I'm in a bad movie, where I'm driving along celebrating the glories of pretty things and then all of a sudden it appears road stops and I have to hit the brakes or else I will plunge into a rocky abyss, and I skid to a halt with one tire spinning off the road and my car wobbling precariously on the edge of the cliff. So, while I collect myself and vomit into the glove compartment at my near-death experience, you make the call
Cate Blanchett is just so striking, and this dress is a perfect example of something that is all about context. On some CW starlet it might just look like she's trying to be a more cheerful version of Mary-Kate Olsen; on Emma Watson, I would wonder if she'd stolen the official witch's robe of the Hogwarts sex-ed teacher; on Liza Minnelli I would fear she had fallen into the orchestra pit and banged her head on a tuba, because there are no sequins here; on Michey Rourke, I would probably applaud, because it's a huge upgrade. You get the idea. Cate looks graceful, relaxed, and radiant, not to mention she bested many others -- like her countrywoman Melissa George -- by resisting the urge to wear a searing crimson lipstick to match. Lovely.
But. BUT. The shoes. It falls apart for me with the shoes. They are not only a different red, but they are officially too MUCH red. I feel a bit like I'm in a bad movie, where I'm driving along celebrating the glories of pretty things and then all of a sudden it appears road stops and I have to hit the brakes or else I will plunge into a rocky abyss, and I skid to a halt with one tire spinning off the road and my car wobbling precariously on the edge of the cliff. So, while I collect myself and vomit into the glove compartment at my near-death experience, you make the call
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