Though 27 Dresses, starring Katherine Heigl, wasnt the Holy Grail of chick flicks, it was certainly one hour and 47 minutes of entertainment which we can chalk up to Heigls charm, James Marsdens hotness, and the array of dresses, each a different shade of hideous-slash-awesome. But what my friends and I were talking about the most as we left the theater was Heigls bod. Yeah, shes got an hourglass figure most of us would kill for, but shes certainly doesnt look like shes going hungry. Theres no glorifying the bobble-headed-stick-figure aesthetic, and I think thats why most of us have a girl-crush on her. Watching Heigl onscreen didnt make me regret my giant trough of popcorn or feel like I should get a few ribs removed. Heigl strutted in each of the 27 dresses with the élan of someone truly comfortable in her skin, a quality lacking in a lot of Hollywood starlets, not to mention in us mere mortals. So, bottoms up on that tub of popcorn.