Wednesday 18 June 2014

150. No Hard Feelings Angie

15th June, Vue Cinema, Islington, London

I've held a grudge against Angelina Jolie since Brad Pitt divorced Jennifer Aniston in 2005. Needless to say I was on Team Aniston.

And yes, I know that if a man cheats, the other woman is really not the one to blame for it although us ladies are great at acting as if that is the case. I really don't condone that behaviour normally, quite the opposite. I am frequently the one preaching to my friends' that if your boyfriend sent dirty pictures of himself to another woman, she probably didn't trick him into it. If he ends up sleeping with another woman, she most likely didn't cause him to slip and fall inside of her. If he falls in love with another woman, it is not because she actively tried to get him away from you and slipped him a love potion. It's all the responsibility of the cheater, not the person they're cheating with. Still, men's cheating continue to be at the fault of the other women. 'She knew he was taken' the girlfriends and wives will moan accusingly. Well, didn't he know that?!?! Oh the hatred against these other women, these vixens, actively devoting their lives to luring our husbands and boyfriends into their beds, backseat of his car and the backrooms of night clubs. These poor guys clearly can not be safe from their own lusts with all these other women ready to snatch them from their true loves.

See, guys don't do this. I have had male friends be cheated on and I have had female friends cheat on their boyfriends. This happens just as frequently if not more than the other way around. Yet never, literally not once, have I met a guy who's blamed the man giving it to his lady for said lady agreeing to having it given to her. They still get pissed off, heart broken and devastated though. They get pissed off, heart broken and devastated with the girl who actually betrayed them. Which makes sense as it is them who you trusted and who took that trust, threw it on the floor, poured gasoline over it and set it on fire. I should have been born a man and therefore not have to pretend to get the illogical emotional games of other women.

For reasons listed above, my utter disliking of Angelina Jolie, based on a divorce I really know nothing about and a presumed cheating in a marriage she was not part of is rather ridiculous. It was time to end the Angelina boycott after nine years running. 

At the end of the day, she is great at her profession (they don't hand Oscar's out without good reason unless your name is Gwyneth Paltrow), an admirable view on family values and she supports the causes few others are brave enough to take on, that also happens to be causes that I personally am very passionate about.

So in my attempt to get over my disliking of miss Jolie and hopefully also deal with my hangover in an air conditioned movie theatre, I went to see Maleficent.

Sleeping Beauty was without a doubt my favourite film growing up and it's still up there in the top three with Clockwork Orange and The Graduate. I will still watch it regularly and most definitely think it's Mr Disney's best work.

So trying to get over my Angelina Jolie annoyance by watching a prequel to a film I hold so dearly to my heart is obviously quite risky and may not only mean my mission has failed, but it may also ruin my Sunday afternoon feel good fix for all eternity.

I'm not even embarrassed to admit that I actually prefer the Angelina Jolie version of events, she's given the Disney villain more depth than ever before. I do love a good villain, but I love them even more when you look beneath the surface. It's a gorgeous piece of film and Angelina Jolie really shines in it, it has all the pixies, trolls, magical crows and dragons that I'd expect from the original and it has bit of a feministic statement towards the end. You don't have to wait for the prince to come and save you, a message I still think isn't made clear enough to little girls of 2014.

Angelina, I am sorry for hating on you all these years. Now all I have to do is get over my disliking of your hubby.

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