
Ellen Page. Ellen, Ellen, Ellen. Let me just start by saying that I think you are an amazing actress. Great in
Hard Candy and flat-out brilliant in
Juno. I'm ecstatic that you were nominated for a Golden Globe, and I'm looking forward to future projects (the
lesbian film with Olivia Thirlby? So cool). I think you're gonna be around for a very long time, even if you are ultimately saddled with the best friend role in studio romantic comedies.
But, Ellen: You're 20 years old. And while I really appreciate that you're not snorting blow and flashing your cootchie, it is OK to dress like a 20 year old and not some 50-year-old spinster librarian who got carried away at the Dress Barn. I don't know boo about fashion, but I'm pretty sure a sleeveless faux turtleneck dress with a belt buckle that looks like a fanny pack isn't appropriate attire for a premiere. You're an adorable girl with a refreshing lack of pretension, but I think you can do a little better than
quirkus frumpus without drawing comparisons to The Starletards.
