We're picking our favorites from a particularly well-dressed year at the movies.
Tonight, when the film world comes together to celebrate the Oscars, beauty will be celebrated in all its myriad forms. Cinematography, costume design, lighting: all these will be up for awards. And we'll spend the evening debating the best-dressed, the most beautiful, the handsomest attendees. But here's the thing: all of those qualities go into making a movie stylish. Curiously, though, the Oscars still don't give out a Most Stylish Film trophy, even after all our pestering. So we've decided to award our own. These are GQ's Style Oscars, given for filmic achievements in sick fits, fire looks, and generally stylish films. Here's a spoiler: 2017 was a very good year for style at the movies.
The best thing about Atomic Blonde is a wild, nonstop seven-minute action sequence in which Charlize Theron gets the shit kicked out of her and then returns the favor to an apartment building’s worth of baddies. The second-best thing about Atomic Blonde is the clothes. Theron’s vibe is IRL Helmut Newton goddess, while James McAvoy—as Berlin-based MI6 field agent David Percival—dresses like a disco pimp army general in some Michele-era Gucci, fur coat and acetate aviators included.
Alien: Covenant is a C-level horror movie with an A-level budget and two Michael Fassbenders (not a spoiler). At least someone behind the scenes was smart enough to throw a chunk of that movie-making money Craig Green’s way and enlist the London-based designer—who does all things quilted and workwear-inspired better than anyone—to cook up tactical uniforms for the flick. His olive/khaki/black-heavy utilitarian layers (we’ll take a mushroom-hued anorak, please) look like they’d be able to handle the punishing terrain of a desolate planet, sure, but they’re also just damn cool in the way well-designed menswear should be.
Bleakest Future: Blade Runner: 2049 Talk about a strong contender. Ryan Gosling's shearling coat looked tremendous. You can buy his boots on Amazon right now. Jared Leto took a break from wearing Gucci to hand in the most WTF performance of the year. And Harrison Ford deserves a goddamn lifetime achievement award for convincing director Denis Villeneuve to let him just...wear his favorite gray T-shirt. Legendary stuff all the way around.
Armie Hammer barges into the lush Italian villa where Call Me By Your Name is mostly set with American bravado dialed all the way to 11—and shorts that are fully European. Hammer almost exclusively pairs his short-shorts with airy button-up shirts and tortoiseshell sunglasses. It's style that makes you want to find your own Italian summer spot to get away with an equally leisurely look.
The only things more terrifying than the suffocating presence of doom that sticks to Christopher Nolan's Dunkirk like a thick fog are...the movie's absolutely perfect sweaters. I was haunted throughout the film by questions such as, Can I pull off a fair isle sweater like Georgie? Will my bank account survive the impending roll neck sweater shopping spree? And, most importantly, Where to cop, tho? Special shoutout to Tom Hardy's shearling jacket that should single-handedly win Dunkirk costume designer Jeffrey Kurland an (actual) Oscar.
I’ve already written at length about how well Good Time’s ultra-high-fidelity costumes—dockworker’s jackets, Coogi sweaters, lots of Ecko—serve its themes. So here I’ll just say this: Good Time might not have been the best-looking movie of the year, but it was definitely the most stylish.
If Wolverine spent this movie dressed like Wolverine from the comics, we might be talking about him here. But my dude was never not dressed like a livery driver. Instead, we’re talking about villain Donald Pierce, played with aplomb and a continent-spanning accent by Boyd Holbrook, who showed up in a goddamn look: rose-tinted glasses, small gold chain, and fall 2018’s must-have accessory—a robot arm.
While the Internet was busy thirsting over Adam-Driver-as-Kylo-Ren’s fleshy torso during the character's telepathic Tinder chat with Rey in the middle of Star Wars: The Last Jedi, we were staring at his pants in full thinking-face-emoji mode. Because these are some PANTS. As head-scratchingly high-waisted (like, above-the-belly-button high waisted) and wavy as they are—in a Rick-Owens-for-Dickies way—they’re still not as confusing as anything Luke Skywalker did in the third act. And if a single pair of intergalactic pants can spawn a trending hashtag, then this movie has earned its place on this list.
This movie was OK, and is currently being rightfully dissected before its likely coronation. I don’t care about any of that. I care about Frances McDormand, and her phenomenal taste in jumpsuits. Buy a jumpsuit.