<![CDATA[Jezebel: burn after reading]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/jezebel.com.png <![CDATA[Jezebel: burn after reading]]> http://jezebel.com/tag/burnafterreading http://jezebel.com/tag/burnafterreading <![CDATA[Death In Venice (Actually, Cleavage And Glitz)]]> So, the Venice Film Festival kicked off yesterday with the Burn After Reading premiere. And as you might hope, it was gloriously, dizzily Italian: dramatic and glitzy and elegant all at once — well, with a few notable exceptions. (Melted trash bag, I'm looking at you!) The Good, The Bad, The Italian, The Ugly...after the jump.







The Good:
Just enough glitz to make Afef Tronchetti Provera look awesomely Italian, awesomely awesome.
Elsa Martinelli: Just what I'd wear were I an Italian actress of a certain age. A jeweled red caftan?! Fabulous!
Alice Braga: Jane Austen-era bride or contempo vision in white?
Ksenia Rappoport: Jane Austen-era widow or contempo vision in ink?



The Bad:

You know when sometimes in the summer you see a gal in a bikini top under her clothes and you have an unworthy moment of thinking, "Hm, that's not really any sub for a bra,"? Yes. Roberta Rossi.
Claudia Schiffer's been doing a lot of bizarre experimentation lately — the latest being this Scarlett-works-with Jonathan Adler's drapes.
Okay, Valeria Golino almost pulls this off — and really, no shame in failing at an impossible task.



The Ugly:

Isabella Orsini seems to be sporting - and I use the term loosely - PVC.
Yes.

[Images via Getty]

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