If there is a person left who isn’t head over heels in love with Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield, put your hand on your chest and check that there’s a heart in there, because these two are beyond adorable. As individuals I have come to love them for always seeming genuinely charmed with their good fortune and success, and together I love them x a zillion for being comfortable enough to seem genuinely charmed with each other. There’s none of that precious “Oh, we won’t walk a red carpet together because somehow that compromises the purity of our love” attitude that is so eyeroll inducing from celebrities.
The Spider-man 2 press tour has turned into the I HEART EMMA AND ANDREW (AND EMMA HEARTS THE SPICE GIRLS) 4EVA tour, and that crotchedy old crank, Russell Crowe, who did minimal promotion for Noah and yet couldn’t even find the good grace to answer one silly rugby question with a laugh and a shrug, could take a few lessons from these two, who have embarked on an extensive world tour of silly good fun to charm people into seeing their film. It’s called “selling a movie” and it’s part of the job description. When you’re being paid multiple millions of dollars for three months work, you become obliged not to throw phones at people’s heads, or remind the cinema-going public that you’re the kind of asshole who does that, in a bid to make your 2 hour 20 minute rainy, grey, depressing biblical epic seem like a somewhat appealing undertaking. The fact that Russell Crowe was incapable of not being a dick for one day of press obligations is probably why we saw a lot more of Emma Watson in the run up to Noah. Ingenues sell, fashion sells, pompous dickheads can shove it, assuming they can find room once they’ve taken their head out of their ass.
And so, at the other end of the spectrum we have Emma and Andrew and their all singing, all dancing, hand holding, kid friendly, Spideytastic 2014 True Love Tour. At every press call, every interview and every appearance they have been funny and gracious and good sports about every stupid, goofy thing they’ve been asked to do. Emma has obligingly sung Spice Girls songs and provided us with a parade of cute dresses that make us wish we were all willowy red heads with Karl Lagerfeld on speed dial, and Andrew has made more kid’s dreams come true than Jimmy Savile. Ok, bad comparison, but last night we had the world premiere, and on the red carpet is where the Dress Porn really begins!
Emma wore a micro-pleated yellow Versace dress, with subtle sparkles and strong shoulders, and the first impression is just yowza! Emma’s not someone you think of as a Versace kind of girl, and this not, at first glance, a Versace kind of dress. But on closer inspection it turns out to be, if not a full-on Monet, then at least a bit of a Monet.
From a distance the overall effect is stunning, but once the detail becomes visible, I’m a little less convinced. I hate the visible shoulder pads and the fact that they look like they’re covered with terry toweling, and the torque-like two-headed snake necklace is too much Versace for me. The overall shape is lovely, the colour is great, the pleated fabric is very glamourous, the softly draped low V on the back is gorgeous, but those shoulder pads have killed it for me.
It’s a promising start though, for the run of international premieres they’ll be doing in the next few weeks, and regardless of what she’s wearing I never get sick of seeing these two together or seeing Andrew Garfield with his little Spidey fans. More photos from the premiere below.
I wonder if it’s possible to be too perfect, mused Emma.
It wouldn’t be a Versace dress if there wasn’t a rogue leg trying to escape from somewhere.
Women are such great multitaskers. Emma fits in an audition for the new Stretch Armstrong movie.
Andrew greets some familiar faces.
Seriously! I have kids to hug!
Andrew Garfield, making hearts melt and wombs explode wherever he goes.
He’s like a regular Pied Piper.
Being so bloody nice must get exhausting…
Take a little nap Andrew. There’s 150 more kids to hug in the foyer.
Jamie Foxx demands a little attention. He’s in this movie too you know.
Are women really underrepresented in the movies? It’s hard to say…