I may not be on board with Angelina Jolie's finagling, conniving, Pitt Fly-Trap ways, but she does an absolutely phenomenal job in Changeling, not that anybody's exactly noticing. See, I'm hearing Academy whispers that Ange-babe might not get that coveted Best Actress nom we know she desires more than kid No. 7.
No one's really tuning in to A.J.'s Clint Eastwood-directed pic about a stolen kid—could it be because of the ridiculous poster?—and the drama's made only $27 million in three weeks of release. Not horrible, but certainly not appropriate for the No. 1 star of everything tabloid these days, that's fer sure. Quite possibly, Angie should expect a repeat disappointment come, Oscar season, à la last year's depress-o-rama, A Mighty Heart.
Funny, one year ago exactly, Angelina's Beowulf was No. 1 at the box office, making the same amount as Changeling in just three days. Audiences obviously prefer their Jolie naked, even in CGI form, rather than down in the dumps. Shame, really. Jolie's so harrowingly good in Changeling, it makes me want to go up and kiss those behemoth lips that stole Brad from Jen and say, It's OK, you're forgiven. Almost.