Twenty-Fug

There's nothing necessarily overt about the fug Elisha Cuthbert has brewing here... except for the entire ensemble. She exudes a sad aura of stumpy dumpyness by wearing that slouchy blue shirt (with... is that illusion netting? You're not an ice dancer, sweetie) that gathers right where her hips should be. She's a slim girl who found a shirt that makes her look fresh from the pear tree.
And is it just me, or does that hair color look like she's reimagined herself as Marg Helgenberger? That's aiming a little high.