Thursday, January 6, 2011


She's beautiful. Stunning, head-to-toe sexy looking, an actress who can play any role. In every movie I've seen her in, she's what I watch -- my eyes goes to her.

Jolie is a very creative artist.

Jolie carries herself, nowadays, and her children, and her devotions, her various commitments to charities, with amazing grace and exceptional dignity.

This essay on Jolie is just an impression, an end-of-the-year reviewing. Like my gathering up bills, expenses to send to our accountant, I'm tidying up thoughts that need to be sorted and filed away so that I'm done with them.

When I see Jolie -- puffy kissable lips, perfect features, that how-could-it-be-a-more- perfect body, I wonder, would I want to be her? I'm envious, but I've never wanted to change places with anyone.

To clarify my impression, before I sat down at my keyboard, I looked her up online. I read a well-written complete story, filled with personal quotes, quirky revelations, words that had to come from her.

(Based on my knowledge of show biz, I'm sure she has a publicist and staff who handles all this -- a publicist works with the artist-client, and writes, rewrites and makes certain the client is presented in the way that the client wants.)

Jolie is thirty-five now, with six children, three of her own and three whom she adopted. She's worked hard, done many movies, won lots of awards, keeps going non-stop, almost, in her quest to be one of the most starry stars in the world.

What I read confirms what I have gathered about Jolie over the years.

Ten years ago she's was wild, outrageous, unconventional -- saying, doing, behaving in public, occasionally, in deliberately shocking ways. (A movie star's words, photos and statements stay in my mind like dance steps -- like cooking recipes, like computer routines that enable me to embed videos in a post.)

I can't forget her wearing, around her neck, a vial of blood from one of her husbands just as he wore a vial of her blood; nor can I erase my memory of her uninhibitedly bragging about making love in public places; nor can I turn off some of the cruelly rejecting remarks she's made about Jon Voight, her famous actor dad. And I didn't invent the fact that she touted her own bisexuality, and her tattoos.

(I read that some of her tattoos have been lasered away, and others have to be layered with special makeup for semi-nude shots.)

Clearly, Jolie is doing-doing what she's been advised, helped, directed to do, based on what she wants. My impression of her as a humanitarian is a sense of strategically planned trips, contrived, carefully choreographed shots for the media, plus statements about the underprivileged needy children, that are remarkably eloquent -- yes, strong!

But are they touching?

They don't touch me.

Her quest to become what she's succeeded in becoming, has been helped, not hurt, by her annexing the married Brad Pitt. After all, he's one of the most famous international male stars in the world. My impression of her relationship to Pitt is a sexual love affair that developed from a one-night-stand situation, lasted quite awhile, and made them into a uniquely fascinating, unconventional, newsworthy couple.

Hey, they are skilled actors, and they are playing a loving couple.

Acting is "acting" -- creating a feeling, a truth, and the good actress that is Jolie, is partly because she's so utterly focused on herself. I could be wrong. I don't like her. I don't trust her. Even so, I always pay attention when Angelina Jolie appears, talks, is interviewed, quoted, amidst an explosion of flashbulbs, and fabulous photos.

Tell me if I'm wrong. I'll listen.
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