I’m not entirely sure who this is, but who the hell cares? It’s a jumpsuit.
I could say things about how her feet have been engulfed by her pants, or that her suit looks as if it had every bead hand-sewn by underpaid Mexican workers, or that her boobs don’t exist; but all of those arguments are moot, because THIS IS A JUMPSUIT. What’s your name? Rose Byrne? Don’t care. JUMPSUIT. All I see is JUMPSUIT.
The SAG Awards have officially won me over. I can die happy now.