Watching a TV movie from 1987 and you can be one of the most beautiful, statuesque women on Earth and you are not coming out alive from the blazers they're going to insist you wear.
Watching a TV movie from 1987 and you can be one of the most beautiful, statuesque women on Earth and you are not coming out alive from the blazers they're going to insist you wear.
It's the shoulder pads.....the damned shoulder pads....
You never know when you’ll need to use your shoulders in a fight
"I'm a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model" "Oh, that's fabulous, how do you feel about pleated slacks with pockets?"
"You're a young woman, so we've decided the perfect makeup look is '58 year old matron at Bocca Raton Steak and Ale for dinner.'"
"You'll look ravishing in the turban, it'll highlight your cheekbones"
This makes me think of seeing "Some Kind of Wonderful" last year and noticing the 'hot girl' Lea Thompson is somehow styled like a Staten Island legal secretary.
Totally true, and yet I feel like this was a slight improvement from 19 82–83, when grown American women were suddenly dressing like virginal schoolteachers from a movie set in small town Ohio in 1902.
Sometimes watching movies/tv from that time I can only think, "Oh jesus, I hope that actress dusted down with talc or else with those stage lights she's going to get a mother of a heat rash from that rayon Anne of Green Gables collection blouse."