Somewhere between Girl, Interrupted, and “Girl, I’m gonna have to interrupt you because you’re going on and on and not saying shit,” is By the Sea. In it, Angelina Jolie plays a disturbed woman named Vanessa who can barely muster more than a sentence at time as she vacations in costal France with her novelist husband, Roland (Brad Pitt). Jolie wrote, directed, and produced this portrait of a relationship on the brink of collapse. From anyone else, it would be mystifying as to how something so dull and inept got made by a major studio. From an A-lister, it makes sense. Superstar entitlement—that which comes from within and without—is the only logical explanation for this horrendous movie.
Angelina Jolie's 50-year-old husband, Brad Pitt, loves guns. He told British radio and television weekly Radio Times that his father "instilled" in him "a profound and deep respect for the weapon" (guns). And apparently at a young age: He bragged to the magazine that he had a shotgun by the time he turned six and was firing handguns by age eight.
If you had a dollar for every time someone pointed out that you look exactly like Brad Pitt, what would you do with your riches? That’s easy. You’d head to a shopping mall, try out to be an extra for World War Z, and then complain, once cast, that you weren’t given the star treatment. Because when you’re pretty much Brad Pitt’s identical twin, the world should roll out the red carpet.