I almost – just almost – preferred the Swedish milkmaid ensemble from a couple of years ago to this bland, boring, and very un-Uma number she decided to throw on tonight. I looked at her and I couldn’t give a sh*t…which almost never happens when I look at Uma Thurman. Some red lipstick might have helped. And maybe a new makeup artist. Because my girl’s entire head and body just blended into one cream blob and when you’re 6 feet tall, that is just too much “blah” for us to have to deal with. Next.