No Guts, No Tori: Yeah, we'll give you a second to process
this one. No, really, take your time, drink it in, we'll wait. ... OK, ready?
So, in case you didn't recognize her under that neon-orange wig cross-bred from
the follicles of homicidal doll Chucky and a bandage-clad Milla Jovovich
from "The Fifth Element," that's Tori Amos, she of the emotional, piano-accompanied ditties
and rabid fan base. In the chanteuse's defense, she was at Comic-Con, a safe
place to let your inner kook out for a little air, although that doesn't give
her license to gut an innocent beanbag chair, throw a belt around it and call it
a dress. It also doesn't excuse the droopy black material surrounding Tori's
calves and feet, although, curiously, not her toes. No, it isn't easy
accessorizing a hollowed-out novelty cushion, but, come on, at least try to find
something resembling actual footwear, and not extra-thick leg warmers glued to a
pair of sandals, or drafty moon boots, or -- and we're just spitballing here --
Batman's cross-dressing shoe of choice.
(David Tonnessen/Pacific Coast News)
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