In case you haven’t heard, it’s been several months of pro-love Dunst over here with no signs of slowing down, especially on nights like these - an authoritative reminder of why few of her peers can quite work it her way.
And even in the hate days, even when I said she might smell, even then it was always a concession: Kiki is an original. She brings it when it counts – not at the gas station, not at the drug store, not for a hung over Sunday brunch – but when she’s supposed to own it, she almost always does.
Love. Love. Love.
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