Angelina Jolie: Four Weeks To Go!

1ST!!!! wow. yay i love herrrr

i hope so! but i think shes still got a while to go…. =[
cant wait

is this really true? anyway, i couldn’t be more excited. :)

Go Angie!!!!!!!!!!!

From men.style.com, here’s a walk down memory lane at Cannes. It’s a slideshow of their top 20 all-time men’s fashion moments. The old photos are great…even Mickey Rourke looks hot.

http://men.style.com/theupgrader/style/features/cannes-fashion?mbid=mwn

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IVF IVF IVF!!!!…
i love winding u loonies up. some of u guys on these threads are straight up nuts

maybe they should take a break and just enjoy this family.
8 is alot of people to get to know. when a family is too big, they become distant with one another or teams start to form (i know what it’s like to come from a big family. it is hard…)

I don’t think this article is true. The tabs are always speculating. Just because they published that she is really having twins before, now they are elaborating from their “sources.” The only ones who know for sure would be Brad, Angie, and their doctor.

I hate Angelina as much I hate Brad…they were sucks…..desperately freaky parents

Review from Empire

Quite simply, Clint Eastwood’s new film Changeling is flawless, with Clint proving yet again that he is the true master of the great American film. The French title translates as The Exchange, which is a clearer reflection of this fascinating, multi-faceted drama, which begins in 1928 when single mother Christine Collins (Angelina Jolie) returns from work to find her son Walter missing. Several months later Walter is returned to her, but Christine isn’t too happy about it, chiefly because the boy is not her son: he’s a good three inches shorter, his dental records don’t match and his teacher swears blind that the kid has never set foot in her classroom.

Early next year, it’s safe to say that Changeling will be in the Academy frame itself, when the 2008 nominations are announced, with likely places in the Best Picture, Best Actress, Best Supporting Actor (for John Malkovich as Christine’s champion), Best Screenplay and Best Score, for the haunting theme penned by Clint himself. No praise is too high for this thoughtful, engrossing, intelligent film. Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant.

Another review, this one from Glenn Kenny (somecamerunning.typepad.com):

Cannes, Competition: “Changeling

Changeling

Clint Eastwood opens his 1920s-’30s set film Changeling with a period logo of its studio-here, Universal, with its silvery, Deco-esque depiction of a small plane circling the globe. The slight but noteworthy irony here is that this picture is nothing like a Universal production of that era-it is instead, very much like a Warner Brothers production of that era and beyond. (Eastwood just recently stopped hanging his producing hat at Warner’s, alas.)

For Changeling rings the muckracking bells of the likes of I Am A Fugitive From A Chain Gang, and the devoted-mother high notes of Stella Dallas. Its old-fashionedness, or I should say respect for verities, goes hand-in-hand with a particularly Eastwood-esque directness. The result is not as perfect a film as Eastwood has made, but it’s damn strong, both as a story and an exploration of the parent-child bond and a polemic. Because despite the fact that it deals with the corruption and venality of a past era, Changeling is at times a very angry picture; Eastwood’s angriest, I think, since Unforgiven.

Changeling is based on the trus story of Christine Collins (Angelina Jolie), a single mom in Los Angeles whose young son is abducted while she’s away at work. Five months later, Police Captain J.J. Jones (Jeffrey Donovan) stages a press event to celebrate the discovery and return of the boy. Only Collins insists-and the audience knows-that the boy she meets at the train station is not her son. Collins insists on this fact, and for her trouble winds up locked up in the psycho ward of a mental hospital (shades of The Snake Pit, admitedly not a Warner picture, but you can’t have everything) that’s largely just a disguised repository for any woman who pisses off the cops. Intercut with her jaw-dropping travails is the discovery by an initially sceptical good cop (Michael Kelly) of a child-murdering psycho who operated on a remote ranch and may well have killed Collins’ real son. After a crusading preacher (John Malkovich) who’s on a campaign against police corruption gets Collins sprung from the asylum, the film’s storylines converge more closely, as Collins seeks justice for herself and tries to discern her beloved son’s true fate.

Jolie’s performance as Collins is one of her best in years; no doubt channelling some fierce maternal instinct but at the same time dialing things down quite a bit, she very nearly transcends her somewhat otherworldly physical appearance and embodies a classic heroine. As nemesis Jones, Donovan shows his teeth a little too fiercely; as a friend observed, people don’t actually get up in the morning relishing the idea of how evil they’re going to be, the way this guy does. Far more evocative of heinous soul-crushing bureaucracy at its most rotted is Denis O’Hare’s slimy asylum head. Amy Ryan is her usual goods-delivering self as an inmate who hips Collins to the loony bin’s secret purpose, and her exchanges with Jolie flesh out the film’s powerful feminist sub-theme. I still haven’t quite processed Jason Butler Harner’s work as the genuinely deranged child-killer, but his final confrontations with Jolie do add up.

For once, Eastwood’s musical score is a little inapt-the modal format and the instrumentation seem kind of anachronistic, and the music’s not as sparely used as it’s been in other recent works of his. But hell. The directorial mastery here culminates in a genuinely wrenching coda set in a police station, which brought real unashamed tears to my eyes.

Pax at the zoo/park. A few days ago.

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