
Nicole Kidman is a lovely woman and nothing short of a saint for tolerating the Scientology and flat shoed world she inhabited while married to Tom Cruise but I do think she’s taken it a bit too far this time. That’s not a dress; it’s something a Victorian Widow uses to dab her eyes at the heartbreaking funeral after which the lawyers tell her she has to go out and find some job to support herself with the only options being like, pasting labels onto jars of pickles or prostitution. Look, she’s not even wearing panties!

That’s a nice set of snowglobes, but I’d much rather imagine the ski trip rather than being whisked away to Nicole’s Ass-pen holiday on the red carpet.