Golden Globes Fug Carpet: Carey Mulligan

I'm very much looking forward to the day An Education comes out on DVD, so that I can Netflix it, as I hear Carey Mulligan is delightful in it. In that sense, the movie is the opposite of this dress.

The navy? Love it. The black? Maybe! But the bodice is knocking her goods off the top shelf and onto the bottom one where they put all the off-brand stuff that's selling for half as much. And she deserves better. She ought to be hanging out with the Crispix and not the Crispy Hexa-Grains; the Cheerios, and not the Savory Wheat Rings; the Honey Smacks, and not the Sticky-Sweet Ovoid Blobs Approved By Frogs.

I almost want to give it a second chance, so that it can fix its creative problems and come back strong -- kind of like Heroes, except that instead of coming back bloated and strange and terrible with only Jack Coleman as its bright spot, this would come back roaring (and possibly also with Jack Coleman, depending on what he's doing -- I mean, you never know how bored he'll be once Heroes inevitably gets put out of its misery). Maybe someone should buy her a really awesome strapless bra and Carey should wear this again to the Oscars. It would be unprecedented. Probably for good reason, but whatever. We bloggers need something new to dish about and to poll about, and that would be it. Get on it, Carey.