As terrible duds went, 2009 started slow. Not much spectacle, not many spectacular failures. But, as the year aged, there were bright spots - and by bright spots, I mean bomb costumes, camel-toes and magic gone terribly, terribly wrong.

You could not doubt the commitment to sparkle motion of anyone at the Los Angeles premiere of New Moon. We could barely see the vampires, werewolves, Joan Jett and many stars for all the blinding sequins of the assembled company...