Marisa Tomei, hurting our eyes

Aha! There you are, Marisa Tomei. You can run but you can’t hide, even if it’s against the fakest red movie curtain you can find. But even though your shirtdress has become a swirling, pulsating moire that has jammed my brain signals, I must insist that you use whatever pulley systems you have under there to lower the offending fabric even more, lest we have to get the MPAA to slap a cautionary rating on you.





