Angelina Jolie' Stories

Her friendship with Chris Landon accelerated this sense of the macabre, as well as her fascination with the mechanics of death. He and his director father would spend their Saturday evenings watching horror movies, a genre that inspired Chris’s future career as a scriptwriter. Not only was it a way of bonding with his dad, but his escape into movie horror also helped dull the constant bullying he suffered at school because he was effeminate and gay.

Michael Landon contracted pancreatic cancer, Angie would have seen or heard about the stages of his decline—he died in 1991—firsthand....With the shadow of death came thoughts of suicide, the thirteen-year-old feeling “low about living”

Angie’s first response was to withdraw. There was a central numbness in her soul; she was a teenage girl super-saturated with a life of drama who could no longer bring herself to connect. All this swirl of emotion became too much to cope with. She had lived through the uncertain vortex that was her parents’ on-and-off, up-and-down, too-close, too-distant, ultimately enigmatic codependent relationship, watched her father turn from a swaggering Hollywood star to a pitiable and impoverished seeker

From this sense of abandonment, although she was not aware of it, all else flowed. She later recalled, “I had that problem early on when I couldn’t feel a bond with another human being. Mostly it was all about trying to connect.” One day she announced that she no longer wanted to be hugged, and even today friends know to welcome her not with a hug but with a handshake. She decided that tears, too, were a waste of emotion; unable to cry herself, she felt disdain when others did.

It is interesting that, at her mother’s urging, she enrolled at the Lee Strasberg acting school but dropped out after only a short time, saying she didn’t have the “memories” to undertake the emotionally challenging course. When her mother took her to acting auditions, she deliberately wore the wrong clothes or refused to read the lines and act out the scene.

Her aggravation seemed aimed as much at her mother, who was only repeating her own mother’s maternal ambition, as at these auditions, Angie seeming to resent being pushed in this direction. Undaunted, Marcheline also took her to modeling cattle calls, but, self-conscious and nervous, Angie couldn’t bear being looked at like a piece of meat. In the end she told her mother that she just couldn’t do it.

Moreover, she had few, if any, adult boundaries to rein her in. Certainly the word “no” did not figure in her mother’s lexicon, Marcheline reasoning that if she was her daughter’s friend Angie would tell her everything. Whereas James was a biddable son, Angie was wild and adventurous, sneaking out of the house at night and going to Westwood to join her gang.

She tried every drug going, developing a particular taste for cocaine. On at least one occasion she or her friends called Marcheline to pick up Angie when she collapsed, freaking out and out of control, after taking a psychedelic drug.

“I was raised by my mom and everything was emotional, and even if I would do something crazy, if I would be out all night and would come back, you know, at thirteen, and be doing stuff, she’d cry and then I’d feel like the worst person in the world because I hurt my friend, my girlfriend.”

Her mother’s reaction is instructive. While most parents, worried about their children’s safety, would angrily chastise their young daughter for staying out all night, Marche not only accepted her behavior but also made it about her own pain. Her mother, as Angie said, was not her mother but a girlfriend

Shortly after moving from El Rodeo to Beverly Hills High School in September 1989, Angie was dating—and losing her virginity to—her first boyfriend, a distinctively attired teenager called Anton with a big fat silver chain that started from his belt, fell to the back of his knee, and then climbed up to his back pocket, where it was attached to his empty wallet.

At her mother’s suggestion, the fourteen-year-old Angie and her boyfriend started living together at her home on Roxbury Drive. Young Anton, whose family had moved away to Encino, stayed with Angie, her mother, and, at times, her brother—at least on school nights. To make the young couple more comfortable, Marcheline gave up the master bedroom with its huge Chinese wedding bed and moved into a smaller bedroom.

While she thought her liberal behavior meant that she would be able to keep an eye on them, the proximity of the master bedroom to the street made it easy for them to sneak out at night, which they did regularly. By all accounts Angie’s live-in boyfriend was polite, quiet, but something of a handful. “If Anton wasn’t a nice boy beneath the punk gear, Marche wouldn’t have let him in,” argues Lauren Taines.

Angie herself says that she lived with Anton for two years from the age of fourteen, though her family and friends remember that the young punk was only around for six months or so. Her mother’s logic was that Angie was going to have sex anyway, so best to encourage her to stay at home, where Marcheline could exercise some control. “She pushed Angie into living with him so she could keep an eye on them,” said Lauren Taines. Not that Angie found her first experience of sex particularly fulfilling—especially with her mother sleeping next door.

Certainly it didn’t make sense to Jon Voight, , when he found out what was going on, when he arrived back in Beverly Hills after a trip to the Amazon. Their objections were brushed aside, Marcheline explaining that she didn’t want her daughter having sex in the back of a car. On domestic matters, Marche’s word was law.

Voight would have been even more horrified if he had known what was actually going on in the master bedroom. As time went on, Angie felt there was too little connection between her and her boyfriend when they had sex. She could not “feel,” that is to say, enjoy an orgasm.

One drunken night, she grabbed one of her knives and cut her boyfriend, and he cut her back; they were both covered in blood. It was a moment, as she saw it, of primitive honesty, giving her a sense of being both dangerous and alive. By cutting she felt she had broken free of her emotional bonds.

She later described the consequences of that evening: Her jugular vein narrowly missed being severed, and after going to the local hospital she was patched up with gauze bandages covering her wounds. As she tells it, the worst moment of this night of honesty was lying to her mother the morning after about how her injuries had come about. While she was certainly cutting, there is a degree of dramatic hyperbole in this story. Even Marche would have noticed something as obvious as a bandage on her neck.

There was an incident, less physically serious, which considerably alarmed her mother. One morning Angie emerged after cutting some of her hair with a knife, in the process of which she had also cut her neck behind her ear. As Marche discussed this incident at length with her circle of friends, it’s hard to imagine that they wouldn’t have heard about it if indeed her daughter had nearly cut her throat

This is not to downplay Angie’s behavior, which exposes a deeply troubled psyche. That the first time she experienced the act of cutting gave Angie such a sense of honesty, of being alive, is typical of those who ultimately become “cutters,” addicted to slicing their own flesh.

Angie continued to cut herself for several more years, the act of self-mutilation soothing her troubled psyche, releasing emotional pain and inner rage. “It was somehow therapeutic to me,” she later said.

Those who saw her naked noted that the cuts were deep and almost entirely related to sexual anatomy—her breasts and inner thighs—as though she was revolted by her own sexuality, perhaps reflecting her sense of not being “clean.” “The cuts go deep. She was really hard on herself,” noted a friend.

While Anton was on the scene, of most concern to her family was her dramatic weight loss; Angie was clearly suffering from an eating disorder. Her anorexia nervosa was literally fed by her cocaine use, the drug dulling her shaky appetite

As her mother rightly observed, beneath the bravado was a susceptible little girl. Marche once said: “Angie puts on the tough kid act, but underneath she is very sensitive. It’s a cover-up.” ......The last thing she needed was to be living with a teenage boy when she was just fourteen. She needed to hear the word no. As Angie struggled with anorexia, Marcheline decided it would be best if Anton left the family home. His departure effectively ended their relationship.

As tough as Angie may have appeared to be on the outside, her inability to cope with the young woman she was becoming—or was expected to become—affected her day-to-day life. Her schoolwork suffered, and she moved to Moreno High (Continuation), the “alternative” school-within-a-school at Beverly Hills High that specialized in providing flexible study for students with behavioral problems such as substance abuse and chronic truancy. It was also a fast track for bright pupils like Angie who wanted to graduate early so they could focus on a career in the entertainment industry. As part of the program, she underwent regular counseling, now joking that only at Beverly Hills High School could students gain credits for therapy sessions

Her father sensed the way the wind was blowing when he drove her to a friend’s house after picking her up from school one day. When he asked about the people she was seeing, her reply was both disturbing and bemusing. “We’re all alike; we’re kids whose fathers aren’t there for them.”

At that moment he realized she was speaking from a script prepared, at least in part, by her mother. As he later said: “There was this programming of the kids, obviously from the terrible hurt and anger that her mother had. It was passed on to the kids and I was working against that continuously to let everybody know of my love.” Often feeling excluded from his daughter’s life, he now started writing letters to Angie in an attempt to connect with her.

The glowering resentment between father and children was obvious to all. For a couple of years, gawky teenager Brian Evans, who first met Jon Voight in 1989 at a Beverly Hills charity event in aid of the homeless, got a ringside seat to this endless boxing match. The Oscar winner took a shine to the seventeen-year-old, who was trying to make it in comedy improv, introducing him to James and suggesting that he take Angie out “sometime”—presumably to wean her away from her live-in boyfriend, who soon found himself out of her life anyway.

Why is there an apostrophe after Jolie?

Brian Evans was only too happy to comply, and he took Angie on a few innocuous dates. Even though he was two years older than Angie, Evans felt like an “awkward nerd” in her presence, daunted by her sheen of self-contained sophistication. “She was quite introverted but knew how to stand up for herself,” he recalls. “She struck me as being very much in control of herself. Not a lost soul in any way.”

When she was with her father, the distance between them was immediately apparent. “I could feel her sadness,” Evans recalls. “She was not a happy person, and she was very unhappy with her dad. She just didn’t like him much and gave him one-word answers to his questions like she was only there because she had to be.”

Her brother, James, was constantly locking horns with his dad. Even though he was now living mainly with his father at his home, Evans noticed that he still sided with his mother in family arguments

Over the next few months, Evans came to see Voight as a surrogate dad. Coming from a checkered background himself, Evans rather objects to the hostility James and Angie displayed toward their father. “He was such a cool guy who did all the dad things. They didn’t want for anything, didn’t have to struggle, and yet resented their father.”

Like her mother before her, Marcheline was now living her own dreams vicariously through her children. She expected great things of them. Nor was she the only one. One summer’s day Windsor Lai, who had a growing reputation as an artist within the Beverly Hills High School community, came over to chat with Angie. She was sitting on the grass with her friend Evelyn Ungvari, quietly reading a book about Andy Warhol. Evelyn looked up and said to him: “You should draw her. One day she is going to be famous.”

Her father was shocked at her withdrawn manner and wraithlike appearance. “She was almost like a ghost. I found out later about the cutting, the self-mutilation,” he recalled. During the five-day visit to the land of symbolism and imagery, Angie got her first tattoo. Appropriately, it was the word “kanji,” Japanese for “death.”

Now fourteen and struggling with anorexia, somewhat perversely she made the grade. In the fashion world, skinny is good; skinnier is better. With her bee-stung lips, flawless skin, and aura of reluctant, somewhat sullen, sexuality, the schoolgirl was soon in demand, at least in the European market. Back home, American magazine editors wanted models with girl-next-door appeal. It was not long before Angie was flown to shoots in London and New York, accompanied by her mother.

At the same time, she dressed like a punk and identified with outsiders like the hero of Edward Scissorhands, the cult movie released in December 1990 that was a must-see for every goth worth her black mascara. Angie was smitten with actor Johnny Depp, who played Edward, an isolated figure with scissors for hands who lives in an attic and falls for the teenage daughter of a suburban family who cares for him. The movie’s themes of alienation and self-discovery, as well as the disheveled figure of Edward Scissorhands, spoke to the angst-ridden Angie

Well, that explains a lot.

At this time she showed little ambition to go into acting. Certainly that was her reaction when aspiring singer Brian Evans asked if she wanted to go into films. “I don’t want to be in the entertainment industry like my dad,” she told him emphatically as they sat in a limousine on the way to the October 1990 premiere of Book of Love.

Her antipathy toward acting had more to do with her father than with the profession. Anything she was going to achieve in life, she told herself, she was going to do without her father’s help. She made this sentiment plain the moment she walked through the door of Robert Kim’s photography studio in Los Angeles in early 1991. Even though her father had given her a ride there, she pleaded with makeup artist Rita : “Please don’t tell Robert who my dad is.” Rita was as good as her word, and throughout the four-hour shoot the portrait photographer had no clue about Angie’s famous father.

Rita recalls: “She was very self-contained and never wanted anyone to help. She wanted to do it all herself. It was very important for her to achieve her goals without her father’s help.” Indeed, Angie insisted that he stay in his car rather than come into the studio to pick her up.

It was only later, when Rita was working on another of Angie’s jobs, at the Photo Studio in Sherman Oaks, that she realized there might be another reason why Angie was so keen to keep herfather in the background. Though it was early in the morning, Jon was disheveled, hadn’t slept, and seemed disoriented. “Angie never gave anything away about her father. When I saw him, I understood why.”

OP, this sounds like the life of a typical LA or NYC teen who has a famous parent, or a set of them. Trust me.

Shallow Hollywood spawn desperate to seem edgy and deep.

In the summer of 1991, after earning a California High School certificate—the equivalent of graduating—from Moreno High (Continuation), Angie again enrolled in her mother’s alma mater, the Lee Strasberg studio, and later joined the Met Theatre Company, where her first role was as a talking salamander.

This period of her life marked a genuine sea change, Angie giving up the aimless days hanging out at Westwood Arcade and the nights taking drugs, watching movies, and socializing. As for Anton, he was now history. She actually gave acting her all, determined to make it without her father’s help. It was her mother, however, who provided day-to-day guidance as Angie went through the daunting process of Method acting, learning, for example, to feel “in orange.”

Angie had only one rule—her father’s name was not to be mentioned. Even though she used her middle name, Jolie, which her mother had presciently chosen when she was born, Voight’s shadow was ever present.

Marche had other, more ethereal plans to help Angie snag a foothold on the acting ladder. They met with Marche’s regular psychic, who also helps the San Francisco police on unsolved cases, and she would take an object Angie was wearing and “see” her destiny through the vibrations she felt. Her mother also pinned her hopes on a subject that had fascinated her for years: astrology. Mother and daughter would read the runes, or rather the stars, seeking a pathway for Angie’s acting journey.

Sounds like borderline personality disorder.

Marcheline even bought an astrology computer program to pick out the signposts in the stars that would guide Angie’s career. Unfortunately, she did not like the astrological map that the computer spat out: Angie’s chart specifically pinpointed a “controlling mother” who could make or break her career. Marche refused to let Angie see this chart, insisting that her friend Lauren Taines alter the actual computer program so that it was wiped from the memory. It was a telling incident.

In general, however, Marche and Lauren were so pleased with the program that they decided to set up their own company, Open Sky, to advise clients about their astrological charts. Unfortunately, the perfectionist in Marche ensured that the project was stillborn. She spent so long worrying about the punctuation and grammar for the company brochure that the venture never got off the ground—or, more appropriately, came to earth.

Angie continued to poke her nose into her father’s financial affairs. On one occasion she met a woman movie executive at her father’s home and, according to the story she told friends, advised her not to invest in any of her father’s schemes. The executive took Angie’s advice at face value and refused to invest.

While this made an amusing anecdote for Angie, the underlying story was rather tragic, exposing her utter lack of respect for her father. As entertaining as Angie may have found it to embarrass Jon Voight and interfere in his private financial dealings, she was ultimately a helpless pawn in the long-running war between her mother and father, usually siding, whether she wanted to or not, with her mother

.....Life was decidedly unfunny for Angie, too. After the shoot she experienced the typical depression associated with the ending of a collegial venture such as making a movie. In Angie’s case, though, it was compounded by her feelings of worthlessness and alienation. She didn’t want to return to Hollywood, where she would be prey to her parents’ interminable skirmishing, so she stayed in a New York hotel room, contemplating life. Or rather, contemplating taking her life.

“I didn’t know if I wanted to live because I just didn’t know what I was living for,” she said. She decided to take sleeping tablets and cut her wrists with one of her knives. She didn’t have enough pills, however, and she asked her mother, once again her passive if innocent enabler, to mail her more.

Then she wrote a note for the hotel’s housekeeping staff asking them to call the police so that no one would have the distress of finding her body. She spent the rest of the day wandering the streets of New York, at one point looking at a kimono. Angie hesitated about buying it, realizing how absurd such a purchase would be given her immediate intent

As she considered her decision, she appreciated that her mother would feel guilty for providing the sleeping pills. At some point, lying on the bed, she came to a conclusion of sorts: “You might as well live a lot, really hard, and not give a shit, because you can always walk through that door. So I started to live as if I could die any day.” The next day, she went back and bought the kimono

I never believed that sex-and-cutting story of Angelina's. Frankly, I think she's always been full of it.

For a girl who pondered suicide on numerous occasions, her next purchase suggested an underlying will to live. Her last two movies, together with her modeling work and an appearance that year in a Meatloaf rock video, enabled this unconventional girl to behave in a very conventional way.

Just nineteen, she had enough money to put a down payment on an apartment in West Hollywood. She had seen her mother have to rely on the intermittent largesse of her father, and that life was not for her. Even as she triumphantly asserted her independence, her father still acted as guarantor for the loan.

Once again, though, she felt a profound depression afterward, spiraling into a mood of anger, sadness, and hopelessness. As much as she embraced life, burning faster and running harder than her contemporaries, so did she reject life, as she rejected herself. It was almost as if she felt she didn’t really deserve a home of her own

Once she got the keys to the apartment, she found herself sitting on the floor sobbing because she had to pick out a carpet color and didn’t think she would live long enough to see the carpet installed. Having a nice home of her own, it turned out, didn’t resolve her inner torment. And now she was truly lost: If a home didn’t provide the feeling of being finally “home,” what would?

Sounds like a sociopath.

After more than two years of focusing on her acting career, Angelina had no social life to speak of and no boyfriend since Anton had been sent packing. Her life was a relentless round of acting classes, occasional auditions, and rejection after rejection. The couple of small roles she had snagged in low-budget films after Cyborg 2 were not going to make a Hollywood director or producer sit up and take notice. By the fall of 1994 she was depressed and frustrated; the name Angelina Jolie was just not opening any doors.

Seeing her despair, her mother, who was now her manager, broke the cardinal rule of Angie’s professional life, her refusal to piggyback on her father’s name. Without breathing a word to Angie, her mother called her agent, Hollywood veteran Richard Bauman of Bauman-Hiller, and told him that he could start to tell casting agents that Angie was indeed Jon Voight’s daughter.

As the name Voight was rather better known than Jolie, very soon doors started creaking open. To this day Angie doesn’t know that it was her father’s name that helped her get her first big break.

..........At first glance, Jonny Lee Miller neatly fitted the template of the rather fey young men who had drifted through her life. Good-looking, quietly charming yet diffident to the point of shyness, Miller, known as “Jonny Leave Me Alone” by his friend actor Robert Carlyle, seemed the antithesis of a strong, macho male. For Angie, an alpha female, he fitted the mold established by her friendship with the openly gay Chris Landon, her sobbing live-in lover, the “nerdy” Brian Evans, and of course her brother, the favored son endlessly waiting for his father to give his career a kick-start rather than relying on his own chops as his sister was doing.

DL BOOK CLUB!!! Yay! Keep em coming!!

Oh Angie, how ugly.

And you're boring, and you're totally ordinary, and you know it.

Christopher Landon is not a DL Fave?

I remember reading interviews with her where she said that she "doesn't believe in therapy" and that acting was her therapy.

She is not known to have (personally) sought out counseling (not talking about court ordered "family counseling") or to have really done anything substantial to combat what are obviously very deep and serious emotional and mental problems (she at least has BPD according to most reports).

And let's not even get into that mother of hers--after reading this, she's more of a piece of work than I had previously thought. I do also wonder if Jolie inherited some mental illness from the mom--the kind you get genetically.

The mother was a horrible parent, practiced major parental alienation, was supremely controlling and manipulative, and never told her daughter "no" according to this.

And yet Jolie idealizes her and hates her father (who apparently *was* actually there for them--despite the bullshit she's spewed about him for years).

In any case, this is not the type of person that should be in charge of the lives and emotions of six children.

[quote] Christopher Landon is not a DL Fave?

Who is he?

Yet, as she was soon to discover, Miller was much wilder than his meek and mild persona suggested. Initially, his pleasantly hypnotic English accent proved Angie’s undoing. “Englishmen appear to be so reserved, but underneath they’re expressive, perverse, and wild,” she says. She soon discovered that Miller, a serious runner, skydiver, and martial-arts fan, was as fascinated by tattoos as his new girlfriend. Two years older than Angie, he had a rat and a snake on his arm, courtesy of his “crazy” youth. Together they would explore the world of the needle much more intensely

“I always fall in love while I’m working on a film. It’s such an intense thing,” she recalls. At the end of a passionate and at times exhilarating experience came the inevitable feeling of deflation and depression as the bonds forged in the intensity of the moment were casually cut. In spite of their closeness, when filming ended, Angie, once again sad and despondent, asked Miller to forget about her and move on. She returned to Los Angeles, but they nonetheless kept in touch, developing a long-distance relationship.

....At first Angie thought the dark-haired model was a rival for her role of Legs, but she relaxed when she realized Shimizu was up for Goldie, the troubled addict. “I noticed her sweater and the way her pants fitted and I thought: ‘My God!’ I was getting incredibly strong sexual feelings,” she said. For the first two weeks the girls just lay on a hotel bed chatting. Eventually Jenny, then twenty-four, made the first move and undressed her costar. “She was very sexual and very comfortable and very domineering. I could tell she wasn’t a normal teenager,” Jenny later said acknowledging Angie’s precocious behavior. “I’ve never kissed anyone with a bigger mouth than Angelina Jolie. I always thought I had huge lips, but when I met her it was like two big water beds.” Much of their passion lay in resisting temptation before wildly embracing each other, Jenny describing this masochist element of their love affair as being acted out in their minds rather than in bed. “It’s not like we dressed in leather and hung each other up in chains or anything like that,” she said

When Miller, who was under the impression that he was Angie’s boyfriend, visited the set, Angie took the English actor and Shimizu out for dinner and explained that she cared for them both and that she and her costar were sleeping together. “She was honest—that’s how she’s been her whole life,” Jenny recalled. After this heart-to-heart, the three went back to the local strip club. “I don’t really do threesomes,” Jenny explained later. “It was a good friendship for all of us to have. There wasn’t much conversation with Jonny. I think he was very threatened by me. Who wouldn’t be?”

In the peripatetic world of acting, Angie returned to Los Angeles after filming ended in April, while Miller bleached his hair and flew to Scotland to appear in Trainspotting, Danny Boyle’s movie based on Irvine Welsh’s tawdry tale of drugs and low life among a motley crew of Edinburgh youths.

Angie decided to move to a bigger agency, William Morris. As she was low on the agency totem pole—at the time, Billy Bob Thornton was riding high with Sling Blade, Quentin Tarantino had a hit with Pulp Fiction, and Sean Penn and Bruce Willis were hot—she was relegated to an agent’s assistant, Geyer Kosinski.

Inside the William Morris offices, Kosinski, an exuberant if rather arrogant party animal, enthusiastically championed her cause, even when others questioned his judgment. She was seen as a wild card, a starlet who had done little of note—apart from attract the wrong sort of publicity. “He believed in her absolutely,” recalls a WMA colleague. “He told everyone that she was going to be a great movie star.” In time his home would become a shrine to Angie, every room dominated by pictures of his client. While she thought it was “creepy,” he soon had her in his thrall. Tough, thick-skinned, and driven, Kosinski was the classic hard-boiled agent who went everywhere with several cell phones—even on a date.

Although Angie liked his focus, her mother was not so impressed. As Angie’s manager, Marcheline had effectively guided her career to date, keeping an eye on contracts and accounts while helping with scripts. Now all that changed, with Kosinski driving the editorial side of her career and Marcheline taking over the finances—for a reduced percentage of Angie’s fees. While this arrangement could charitably be described as creative tension, there was little affection between mother and agent over the coming months and years. At some point Marche was delighted when she discovered a $15,000 payment discrepancy, and thereafter she watched Angie’s accounts like a hawk. For his part, Kosinski frequently undermined Marche’s attempts to develop film and TV projects for herself and her children

Over time Angie and Geyer developed a dysfunctional father/daughter relationship. While Angie felt she had the final say over her career, Kosinski was the one who pulled the strings. Eventually their relationship evolved into the Hollywood equivalent of a royal court, Marche and Kosinski intriguing against each other. Ultimately, though, it was Kosinski who came to control Queen Angie.

A family friend who watched this dance observed: “Angie is a typical Gemini and split the responsibilities. Marche didn’t trust Kosinski, and while Angie loved her mother, she pitted them against each other. It was checks and balances. There was no love lost there.”

Nor was there any love lost between Jonny Lee Miller and Jenny Shimizu. As much as he might have considered himself Angie’s boyfriend, it was clear that her relationship with Jenny was no passing fancy. The two women continued to see each other in Hollywood, their ideal night spent cruising strip clubs with Angelina in hot pants and a matching skintight vest.

“I even took her to dominatrix joints, and she loved them,” Jenny told writer Georgina Dickinson. “The naughtier the better. Then we’d go back to wherever we were staying, desperate to rip each other’s clothes off and act out the moves we had seen. They were amazing nights.”

Even though she was younger and less sexually experienced than Jenny, it was Angie who was the dominant in their relationship, reflecting her long-held desire to “be one of the boys.” “If a strap-on was involved, she would wear it,” joked another friend from this sexually experimental period in her life. “She would be the one to tell you to suck her cock.”

While her friend, speaking on condition of anonymity, was heterosexual and in a relationship, when Angie first met her she invited her and her boyfriend for a threesome. The girl declined, but nonetheless her friendship with Angie flourished, and she came to know Angie well over the next few years. Marche was thrilled about this friendship, observing that she was the first girlfriend Angie had ever had that she was not sleeping with.

As this platonic girlfriend recalls: “I’d never met a true bisexual before Angie and wasn’t sure if they even really existed. To quote my little sister: ‘Bisexuals are just greedy.’ But I feel Angie is a true bisexual. She lusted after women, just as she did with men. It definitely was not an act. She is mega-sexual. When it comes to men, she is interested in those in the spotlight. When it comes to women, they are her true love. She is attracted to women she is friends with.”

There was, too, a darker motive behind Angie’s sexual experimentation and willing embrace of bisexuality—revenge. On one occasion she and Jenny Shimizu went to a photo booth near the beach at Santa Monica and made out for the camera, Angie licking and French-kissing her lover. When she next saw her father, she asked him if he wanted to see some pictures, pulling out the lewd set of her and Jenny.

She knew full well that Stacey Pickren had left him for another woman, and teasing and humiliating him was her payback for the fact that he had left her mother. “I think a lot of her dabbling with other women was to take a stab at her father,” observes Lauren Taines.

Whatever the motivation behind her on-and-off relationship with Jenny, she was reunited with Jonny Lee Miller that September to publicize Hackers. Their first experience of a mainstream release was not entirely enjoyable. The reviews were lukewarm to hostile and, in spite of all her efforts, in the round of media interviews, the chief interest in Angie was about her famous father.

The focus was as much on why she no longer used her last name as on her role in the movie. “I don’t want to be hired because of my name,” was her patient refrain. “I’m not ashamed of my background. I’m very proud of my father and the work he’s done. But I don’t want anyone to be expecting me to be him.”

Little did she know the unwitting part her father had played in her snagging her first decent role.

......Throughout the shoot, she was nursing a secret sadness: Her grandmother Barbara Voight was in the final stages of bone cancer, and on December 3, just days after filming wrapped, the eighty-five-year-old matriarch passed away Palm Beach, Florida. During her illness, Barbara, an indomitable crackerjack of a woman whose personality reminded friends of Angelina’s

For a girl intrigued by funerals, even Angie was taken aback by her grandmother’s bizarre final requests. At the open-casket visitation before the funeral, Marcheline was one of the first mourners to go forward and pay her final respects to her mother-in-law. When she returned to the pew, she was ashen-faced.

“Angie, I want you to be really prepared when you go up there,” she told her. Angie asked what was wrong with her grandmother. Marche would not explain, saying, “You will have to see for yourself.” When Angie went to say goodbye, the matriarch of the Voight family was laid out according to her last wishes: dressed in a red bikini with a set of golf clubs by her side. She died as she lived—one of life’s great enjoyers who could raise a smile, or a rictus grin, even in the face of death.

What self indulgent, belly button gazing, drivel.

.........Six weeks later, on March 28, 1996, Jonny and Angie were married in an intimate, almost apologetically small civil ceremony in Los Angeles. Only her mother and Jonny’s best friend, Jude Law, were witnesses. Absent were her brother and her father, who had previously met Jonny on the set of Hackers but was still filming Mission: Impossible.

Also missing was Jonny’s family. They had called him in Los Angeles in some agitation when they had read about their future daughter-in-law’s very public discussion of her lesbian lover as well as her drug issues. They wanted to know what their son was getting himself into. Little did he know.

“SICK BOY” WEDS FORMER ADDICT was the dismissive headline in the London Daily Mirror, Angie confessing: “I have done just about every drug possible, cocaine, ecstasy, LSD and, my favorite, heroin. Although I have been through a lot of dark days, Jonny has helped me see the light.”

Though it wasn’t her first walk on the conservative side, it seemed an impetuously conventional decision to marry at all. After all, Angie was still seeing Jenny, still attracted to other women and exploring her sexuality. In marriage she was, once again, the sidekick and not the star. As a child, she had lived in the shadow of the favored son, James, who was always seen as the one most likely to succeed.

It was only days after she had said “I do” that she was having second and third thoughts. As a family friend notes: “She was wild, impetuous, and adventurous. At that time in her life she didn’t see marriage as lasting forever; she saw it as an adventure.” In other ways, marriage was a sanctuary, a haven of independence from her mother.

They spoke every day on the phone, her mother learning all Angie’s secrets.....it was clear to Angie that what she wanted to get out of was the marriage.

On what was effectively their honeymoon—a European junket in May to promote Hackers—she realized that all the media questions concerned her father and her husband. No one seemed interested in her. It became so irritating that she said on Spanish TV that she was not even related to Jon Voight.

Even before the filming of Playing God, scheduled for August 1996, began, the production was a mess. As for the director, he was thrilled with the offscreen shenanigans. “Angie was only twenty-one but as sexy as all hell. She enjoyed the company of all the guys,” recalls Andy Wilson. “During the preproduction and filming she was splitting up with Jonny, and for some reason it gave her great energy, which was fabulous for the movie. Then Tim Hutton and Angie started their affair on set. Tim was besotted with her, besotted"

As for Angie’s husband, cuckolded after four months of marriage, Jonny Lee Miller spent his days mooning about the Hollywood home of Roger Taylor, from the rock band Queen, which the actor was renting for the duration of his now-estranged wife’s shoot. During what Andy Wilson described as Miller’s “cry fest,” he would pour his heart out to English actor Andy Tiernan...

Kept apart from his wife, Miller would ask Tiernan how Angie was coping on set, using his friend as a shoulder to cry on. As Andy Wilson saw it, Angie and Miller “were just too young to marry.” He recalled: “I had to treat all actors equally, so I tried not to get too involved in what was going on.”

Eventually Jonny did the decent thing—and went off with another woman. Or two other women, to be precise....

With Timothy Hutton lurking quietly in the background, Jenny Shimizu was often the third wheel in Angie and Jonny’s relationship. As Angie once admitted: “I probably would have married Jenny if I hadn’t already married Jonny. I’m quite free with my sexuality.”

During this period Jenny was staying with a girlfriend in the Hollywood Hills. One night Jenny invited Angie and her husband over for a kind of double date. As Jonny and Jenny’s girlfriend chatted inside, Angie and Jenny stripped and slid into the open-air swimming pool. “It seems like hours we caressed each other under the surface, again and again,” Jenny said.

“It was one of our horniest nights ever. The fact that Jonny or my other lover [whom she later described as a “no-nonsense knockout”] could have caught us at any moment just made it more thrilling.”

"I’m alone; I’m dying; I’m gay; I’m not going to be able to see you for weeks,” Angie told her husband in July 1997 as she closed the curtains on her hotel windows in downtown Los Angeles and began to absorb the essence of tragic cover girl Gia Carangi, a notorious heroin addict who, in the mid-1980s, became the first celebrity model to die of AIDS, at the age of just twenty-six

With this dramatic sentence, Angie effectively closed the door on her year-old marriage. Jonny returned to his old life in London, but the couple perversely remained the best of friends. There was further collateral damage.

Her carelessness with her pets continued. The couple had already dispatched Vlad the iguana to reptile heaven through the good offices of the local vet. Now it was the turn of their pet snake, Harry Dean Stanton. When they couldn’t find anyone to kill the mice that Harry needed, another visit to the vet ensued. As this was the second time Angie had sentenced a pet to death, the vet agreed to find Harry another home—as long as Angie promised never to get another animal. “I realized that being with me was not the best thing for a pet,” she wryly observed.

It was perhaps as well that she left behind everything that touched her life as she embarked on a potentially dangerous and challenging emotional journey. As an actor who “became” her characters, she realized early on that in Gia she was absorbing an uncomfortable second skin, a body double whom she feared she might one day become. Angie observed: “Gia has enough similarities to me that I figured this would either be a purge of all my demons or it was gonna really mess with me.”

Before the $8 million shoot finished in August 1997, Angie reluctantly, indulged her mother. During filming she had turned down the chance to perform as a nightclub stripper in the latest Rolling Stones video, “Anybody Seen My Baby?” It was only endless pleading by Marcheline, who utterly idolized the band and knew all their lyrics by heart, that brought about an unwilling change of heart. “Please, darling; please do it for me,” Marche begged

When Angie arrived at the video shoot in Manhattan later in August, she was in a foul mood. As part of her stripper “look” she had been asked to wear colored contact lenses, but when she put them in everything was a blur.

As the show had to go on, she stumbled into the fake concert hall, looking for the stage. “I can’t fucking see,” she announced to anyone in earshot. “I can’t fucking dance and I can’t fucking sing. What the fuck am I doing here?”

Watching this vision in a gold corset and stockings swearing like a trucker were the Rolling Stones. Mick Jagger, just five years younger than her father, was instantly smitten.

As the cameras rolled, Angie danced onstage, all the while ogled by Jagger and the rest of the Stones. Tiring of the charade, Angie pulled off her blonde wig to reveal her bald head—shaved during the filming of Gia—and stalked out of the club into the Manhattan traffic, promptly followed by Mick Jagger.

Mick Jagger clearly did. He might not have found his baby in the video, but he knew that he wanted to find out more about the sexy woman standing half naked before him. Much more. It was the beginning of a two-year quest that was as decadent and depraved as any event in the Stones’ storied sexual lexicon—a magnificent if frustrating obsession as Jagger, at the time fifty-four and still married to Jerry Hall, then pregnant with the fourth of their children, pursued this erotic vision around the world

Central to this unfolding romantic drama was Angie’s mother, who now lived vicariously through her daughter. Angie was everything her quiet, reserved, passive earth mother could never be: wild, adventurous, sexy, a rock-and-roll chick. Enter into this mix Mick Jagger. Marche had adored him from afar since she was a teenager.

As unhealthy as it was, it was perhaps understandable why she encouraged Angie’s relationship with the rock-and-roll roué. For the next two years, unbeknownst to her daughter, she played cupid, encouraging Mick Jagger and advising him on how best to pursue his suit with Angie, eager for them to marry one day.

She had controlled so much of Angie’s life—her clothes, her boyfriends, her career—that choosing a husband for her was the logical next step. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, but from this time onward Marcheline frequently counseled that it would be for the best if Angie and her husband, Jonny Lee Miller, formally divorced.

Certainly it was not long before Marcheline was planning her daughter’s wedding in France. She decided that Jon Voight was not going to be invited and that afterward she would live in an annex of her daughter’s home with Jagger. “Marche loved Mick for Angie,” recalls Lauren Taines. “She felt that he could teach her about fame and how to handle it. She wanted them to marry.”

Marche was blind to any contradictions in pushing her daughter, then using heroin, into the arms of a married man of, to put it kindly, dubious repute, after complaining bitterly for years about her own philandering ex-husband. When Lauren posed this thorny question about her double standards, Marche was quiet for a long moment. “He’s my idol,” she said simply

Marche’s fantasy actually seemed within reach. Certainly Jagger’s phone messages indicated that he was willing to give up everything for the object of his desire. He courted Angie assiduously, reduced to a “sniveling wretch” in the face of her seductive disregard.

For once it was a case of the biter bit, as the man whose romantic Rolodex included Brigitte Bardot, Carla Bruni, Anita Pallenberg, Carly Simon, and Bianca Jagger left Angie endless telephone messages, pleading, beseeching, begging her to speak to him and then meet him.

“Angelina, why aren’t you calling me? Where are you? Please phone me,” Mick, one of the world’s great lotharios, implored.

Unfortunately, he left the messages on the wrong phone. During the video shoot he had asked Angie for her number. Such was her indifference that she gave him her mother’s home number. When Marcheline first heard this voice on her answering machine, she was amazed that the man she worshipped was so infatuated with her daughter.

She saved his messages and played them to friends. “It was literally astonishing,” recalls Lauren Taines. “Here was Mick Jagger virtually sobbing down the phone.”

When Mick finally managed to speak to Angie, he invited her to join him for the weekend in Palm Beach, Florida, while the band took a break from the Bridges to Babylon tour. Though she spent time with him, she refused to have sex, claiming that she was having her period. “She was messing with his head,” recalls Lauren Taines

Never really cared for her. Not a very good actress and bing adopted children for PR. Drug addict and boring personality

Jagger’s timing was all wrong. Not only was Angie coming out of the most emotionally draining movie of her fledgling career, but Mrs. Miller was juggling a ménage of her own. Angie recalled: “I was feeling emptier than ever. I was scared of going out like Gia.”

Angie was plunged into one of her bleakest cycles of despair and gloom as she tried to say goodbye to the new love of her life. In perhaps the most melodramatic of her flirtations with suicide, she decided to hire a hit man to do the deed, paying him in a bizarre installment plan so that no one would notice the money going out of her bank accounts or feel guilty for causing her death.

Angie says she was introduced to her killer by the friend of a friend. (While her gun-toting drug dealer Frank Meyer, who was in regular contact, would probably have been the go-to guy to arrange contact with the underworld, she never mentioned her scheme to him.)

In fact, her assassin turned out to be a character straight out of the “tart with the heart of gold” playbook. The would-be killer apparently told her to think about her plan for a month and then, if nothing changed in her life, to come back to him. “It’s so weird and so complicated and . . . so like a fucking movie,” she later said . Salvation of sorts came when she learned that she had been nominated for a Golden Globe Award for George Wallace. “Suddenly it seemed like people understood me. I thought my life was completely meaningless and that I would never be able to communicate anything and that there was nobody who understood . . . and then I realized I wasn’t alone,” Angie says of that time. “Somehow life changed.”

SO many BPD tells, in just the first few paragraphs!

Still the Rolling Stones singer persisted. Knowing that Angie was nominally married but dating, he cooked up a plan to snare her. Jagger’s film production company, Jagged Films, approached Jonny Lee Miller about a film they were casting, Enigma, about World War II code breakers. While Miller was an excellent actor, eminently suited for the period British drama, Jagger had an ulterior motive.

He assumed that as Miller and Angie were still good friends even though they were leading separate lives, she would visit him on the set. That would give him the opportunity to spend more time with her. Or so he thought.

In the meantime, Miller called Angie and innocently told her that he was being considered for a part in a Jagged Films production. Angie listened but never breathed a word to her husband about why she suspected he was being courted. When confronted, Jagger confirmed her suspicions. Angie was furious at his underhanded behavior, screaming that she never wanted to see or speak to him again. As convoluted casting-couch maneuvers go, it was in a class of its own.

Jagger paid a high emotional price, falling into a deep depression as a result of Angie’s silence. He was now the recipient of the Bertrand freeze. “He was completely heartbroken by her,” notes Lauren Taines. The freeze lasted for months, Angie given further pause about any future dalliance when Jerry Hall gave birth to her fourth child with Mick, Gabriel, in December 1997.

Angie’s heart thawed only after Stones drummer Charlie Watts called her and pleaded with her to call Jagger, as he was in utter despair. Reluctantly, she agreed to resume their relationship, and the love-struck rocker invited her to join him on tour in Brazil in April 1998

No one cares!

Significantly, she chose her father, rather than her mother, brother, or husband, to accompany her to the Fifty-fifth Golden Globe Awards at the Beverly Hills Hilton in January 1998. Although she felt as if she were crashing a party where she didn’t belong—she even considered covering up her growing array of tattoos

When she won Best Supporting Actress for her role in George Wallace, that was a cue to party till dawn, her father wondering whether she really should be drinking tequila shots at five in the morning. She was joined in her late-night drinking by Leonardo DiCaprio, who had been nominated for Best Actor for his role in the unsinkable movie, Titanic. Their date was arranged by those unlikely Hollywood cupids, their agents, Geyer Kosinski and DiCaprio’s reps Rick and Julie Yorn.

Even though they left the party together, the Titanic star did not float Angie’s boat; the actress told friends afterward that even though they shared a shower together in his hotel suite there was little sexual rapport.

The most memorable event was Angie mislaying the pair of diamond earrings she had borrowed for the evening. Thankfully they were insured, Angie leaving her mother to fill in the insurance claim form.

When Angie finally got home and listened to her answering machine, among the many messages of congratulations there was one from her now-estranged husband and another from her lover, Timothy Hutton. Her response was jaded; she told friends that if she hadn’t won, neither would have bothered to call.

She sounds exhausting... and kind of boring.

There's a ton of bullshit in these stories. No way she didn't "know" her mother was dropping her father's name in a desperate bid to get her a break. Jolie has been totally shameless in using her father when she needs an inroad with Hollywood.

And considering how much she fucked around on her first husband, her whole wide-eyed "I could never have an affair with a married man after the way my father treated my mother" spiel to Ann Curry is pretty hilarious. She is a pathological liar.

At R41... that story makes me roll my eyes.

Hired her own hit man to kill her, eh? That must make her deep and interesting.

All of her claims lack the ring of truth. It all sounds fake and so exhausting.

Even for Billy Bob, four times married and with three children to his name, this was a new experience. “I felt like I had been hit by a bolt of lightning” is the way he later described first seeing Angie, who played Mary Bell, the sexy, boozy wife to Billy Bob’s air-traffic controller in Pushing Tin. Ever the artist, he later commemorated the moment his life changed by writing the song “Angelina.”

Of course, it wasn’t supposed to play out like that. In the Hollywood version of droit du seigneur, where the local nobleman enjoys the pick of fair maidens, Angie was the choice of the movie’s leading man, John Cusack. He had already taken her out for dinner in Beverly Hills, ostensibly to discuss her role as the cheating wife who falls for Cusack on-screen, but also to give her the Cusack squeeze. She came away from that dinner thinking about romance—but not in the way that Cusack imagined. He had also invited his good friend Al Pacino to dine with them.

Throughout the evening, all Pacino did was talk about Angie’s mother. When she spoke with Marcheline the next day, Angie told her: “I could swear he was in love with you.” Only then did Marcheline give her wide-eyed daughter a glimpse into her own secret past .When Angie and John Cusack later sat in the hotel bar in Toronto shooting the breeze, the star of High Fidelity and Grosse Pointe Blank had the quiet confidence of a man who knew how his evening was going to end.

Cue the arrival of Billy Bob Thornton, old enough to be Angie’s father and a decade older than Cusack. She would later tell girlfriends that the crestfallen look on Cusack’s face when she left the bar with Billy was priceless.

Angie’s evening was about to get a whole lot more amusing. She enjoyed telling the story of their first bedroom encounter, during which she discovered the truth of Hollywood rumors about Billy Bob’s prodigious talent. Before they consummated their passion, Billy, with faux embarrassment, apologized for what she was about to receive. “He told her that he was hung like a mosquito,” recalls her New York dealer, Frank Meyer, with scarcely disguised glee. “Then he pulled out this knee knocker. That certainly put a smile on her face.”

Understandably, she told a rather different version in public, assuring CNN’s Larry King, among others, that while she was “tempted” to bed Billy Bob when they first met, it was another two years before her love was consummated.

Angie didn’t just have competition for Billy Bob from Laura Dern, but also from another woman on the set who found a lasting place in Billy Bob’s heart. Canadian air-traffic controller Sheila McCombe, who was training Cusack and Thornton for their roles, was Angie’s worst nightmare—beautiful, smart, funny, athletic, and aggressively ambitious: the living, breathing embodiment of “the other girl.” ........

If anything, it was Angie’s agitated state of mind rather than her sexual allure that perturbed Laura. Like many others, she was aware of rumors circulating around Hollywood about Angie’s behavior on the set of Hell’s Kitchen in New York. During the filming of Pushing Tin,The only time Billy Bob’s and Angie’s behavior raised eyebrows was at the end of filming, in late April 1998, when they visited Daemon Rowanchilde’s tattoo boutique, Urban Primitive, in downtown Toronto.

Billy Bob had a couple of names covered up on his hip and arm with a new energy wave design, while Angie also received energy waves just below her navel. It was an intimate moment, physically and emotionally. Angie has not only linked tattoos with positive events in her life but has also confessed that she finds the physical act of tattooing sexually arousing, saying in particular that the heavy rattle of the needle turns her on. “It gives her a sexual buzz,” notes a fellow aficionado. The effect is similar to that of cutting. When her skin was pierced she would enjoy an endorphin rush and feel spaced out, calm after the storm of emotions swirling inside her.

I once read that her parents separated or divorced right after she was born. Her mother was so depressed that she had a nanny raise the 2 kids in a separate section of the house while she stayed in bed to "recover." She had no interaction with the children at all. None. Didn't pick-up or hold Angelina until she was almost 2 years old.

I'm no expert but I'm going to guess that might explain a few things.

As for Billy Bob Thornton, he was very low-key in his assessment of Angie when he returned from filming in Toronto. He had more plaudits for John Cusack than for his screen wife, referring to her often as “just a kid.” In public he considered himself “her mentor,” not daring to think that this exotic creature had fallen for his offbeat charm.

Angie returned to Hollywood uncharacteristically kittenish in her admiration for her latest costar. She had always wanted to be with an artist, a man who could do more than act; now she had fallen for a real live one. Still, neither felt entirely free to pursue their initial animal attraction: Billy Bob was engaged, and Angie was technically still married and was also stepping out with Tim Hutton, who accompanied her and a kilted Robert Carlyle to a wedding in New York in June.

.....In an interview on The Howie Mandel Show, Jon Voight spoke enthusiastically about his son and daughter and their differing acting ambitions, but his brief TV appearance set off a deadly round of family misunderstandings. James’s girlfriend, Leanne, a waitress in a pool hall, thought Jon had said on TV that James should not attempt acting as there were enough actors in the family. This upset James, who complained to his mother. Although a friend urged her to wait until they had seen a transcript of the show, Marcheline called Angie, who was incensed with her father for publicly humiliating her brother.

By the time Marcheline read the transcript from the Mandel show, which proved that Jon had spoken only well of his children, the die was cast. Marcheline simply shrugged and said: “Well, he’s done plenty of other nasty things to me.” By loosening their ties with their father, she drew her children closer into her orbit.

Unaware of what was actually said on the show, from now on both Angelina and her brother subscribed to the story that their father had failed to help James in his career. As angry as James and Angie were, and as often as they repeated the tale of woe to their circle of friends, neither of them raised the issue with their father. For all her bluster, Angie avoids direct confrontation. As a result, their father had no way of knowing why he was being treated so coolly.

Very soon he was threatened with being frozen out of the family forever. Once again it was the vexatious issue of Marcheline and her house. With Angie now living in New York, Marche’s thoughts turned to settling back East. She planned to live in the same exclusive neighborhood in Connecticut as Rolling Stone Keith Richards, buy two dogs (which she was going to name Bowie and Jagger), and one day befriend Richards while she was out walking them.

One property she liked, which was riddled with damp and woodworm, was on the market for $900,000. The drip feed of complaints against her ex-husband—it was now twenty years since they formally separated—was relentless.

Finally Angie, once again in full savior mode, took matters into her own hands and called her father. She told him bluntly that unless he bought her mother a house she would never speak to him again. That Angie had become embroiled in an ancient feud between her parents shocked their friends, the feeling being that it was Marcheline’s fight, not her daughter’s.

Nonetheless, her intervention broke the logjam. While he demurred at paying for a house in the $900,000 price range, he did write Marche a check for $500,000. Marche put it in the bank—and never bought a house on either coast

...........For Angie it was a new beginning, which began with a dark journey into her tremulous soul. she pounced on the part of Lisa Rowe, the wild, rebellious sociopath in Girl, Interrupted, and devoured it with unconcealed relish. “I’m Lisa; I identify with her,”

Her performance was more hell than heaven, with Angie proving that the devil had not only the best tunes but also the best lines. Innately competitive, she stole every scene in which she appeared, experienced actors like Vanessa Redgrave and Whoopi Goldberg expertly mugged by this feral force of nature. Even the animals were upstaged. In one scene, when she was faced with a hissing cat, instead of flinching or swiping it away, Jolie calmly gave it the once-over, stared it down, and then hissed right back.

As for Winona Ryder, she unwittingly provided the palette for Angie, her shaded, introspective performance the perfect canvas for Angie’s wild-eyed, ballsy inmate whose escapades, and frequent escapes from the hospital, gave the movie vibrant color and texture.

Looking back, Winona is keen to emphasize that she fought hard for Angie to get the part of Lisa, feeling sorry that the two-time Golden Globe winner was not yet taken seriously as an actress. “I never really felt like I got the chance to know her,” she blithely told BlackBook magazine of the three-month shoot, during which she was effectively incarcerated morning till night with Angie and her fellow actors in an unused building at a mental institution in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, that was turned into a replica of 1960s McLean Hospital.

It was hardly surprising. In the movie the two eventually become enemies, and with both of them deep into Method acting, personal interaction was edgy and often hostile. Playing an openly aggressive, emotionally inert sociopath, Angie kept in character even when the cameras had stopped rolling. If Winona complained of a headache or tiredness, Angie would shrug indifferently, explaining that Lisa never felt anything.

Winona wasn’t the only one to feel Angie’s social freeze. One evening actress Brittany Murphy, who played Daisy, a socialite who lived on a diet of chicken and laxatives and was bullied by Lisa, was talking to Angie off set. After a brief chat Angie told her baldly, “Wait a minute—what am I talking to you for?” Murphy replied, “Can’t we take a break for a while?” Angie just laughed and moved away.

Angie cocooned herself in her trailer, plastering the walls with porn pictures because they made her “feel provocative, open, and sensual,” and quietly smoking heroin, according to a close friend interviewed on the condition of anonymity. Her drug of choice helped her focus during the long hours of filming, but it also made her feel safe as she embarked on a high-risk, high-wire performance.

While Angie’s coolness to Winona and her costars could be wrapped up in the Method acting explanation, the simple fact was that she didn’t really bond with anyone on the set. “She couldn’t stand Winona,” observed a girlfriend. “Angie seemed to do much to undermine Winona in the name of acting.” That Winona had been engaged to Johnny Depp, the object of Angie’s teenage crush, may have added a further frisson.

The leading lady was not the only one in her crosshairs. Angie argued with the director about the way he shot and eventually cut the movie, and publicly snubbed a production assistant, Andrea Mitchell, whom she had earlier befriended, at a party. Whether it was Angie staying in character as Lisa, or the first sign of diva behavior from a normally down-to-earth actor, her attitude irritated the hostess of the party, then a close friend of the actress’s. “It was rude and so unnecessary,” she observed. “She cut Andrea loose for some reason. When she tires of someone, she literally writes them out of her life.”

Mick Jagger knew the feeling. During filming he invited her to the Stones concert in Philadelphia in March. While she had turned down his invitation to join him in Brazil, she did attend the gig but, much to Jagger’s chagrin, did not hang out with him backstage. After the concert she drove back to the film set. More revealing than her teasing indifference toward Jagger was the dance of deception between Angie and her mother.

She called Marcheline after the concert and told her that Jagger had asked her to marry him. Whether it was said in jest or to please her mother, Marcheline was understandably thrilled and excited—until she called Jagger to congratulate him. He was utterly bemused, complaining that Angie hadn’t even bothered to see him after the show, let along accept a proposal of marriage

While Jagger felt he was on the outside looking into Angie’s life, Timothy Hutton was very much on the inside. She might have stayed in character in her dealings with Winona Ryder and other actors on the set of Girl, Interrupted, but when she wanted, Angie quickly became Angie. During breaks in shooting, she frequently visited Hutton at his Pennsylvania home, which was near the film set.

Angie immediately struck up an affectionate friendship with his ex-wife, Debra Winger, who lived nearby, and she “adored” their son, Noah, now a documentary filmmaker, who was then aged twelve. Angie and Hutton, who met on the set of Playing God, first appeared publicly as a couple at the Oscars in March

It was the moment she had waited for her whole adult life. At last Marcheline Bertrand was about to meet her rock-and-roll idol, Mick Jagger. Although they had been talking on the phone for nearly two years, they had yet to see each other in the flesh. As the big day approached,

Marcheline could hardly contain her nervous excitement. She flew to Las Vegas in mid-April 1999 for the show, heading backstage at the MGM Gardens to say hello before the band took the stage.

The first person she saw was Charlie Watts, who knew all about Jagger’s crush on her daughter, having acted as go-between when Mick slumped into a depression after Angie refused to speak to him. He pointed out Mick’s dressing room, which was down a long corridor. As she made that lonely walk, Marche could barely contain her sense of anticipation about meeting the man of her dreams. Her timing, however, could not have been worse. Suddenly Jagger emerged from his dressing room, a man in a hurry heading for the stage.

“Hi. I’m Marcheline,” she said.

Mick smiled and said, “Oh, it’s so good to meet you,” but he was in a rush. “Look—I have to go onstage now. Can we talk after the show?” He gave her an airy wave and went to take his bow.

Marcheline was completely devastated by what she considered a snub. Nothing could console her. She watched the concert, but never went to the after-party. Nor did she ever speak with him again. Though he didn’t know it, Mick Jagger had fallen prey to the Bertrand freeze.

Marche put a brave face on her disappointment, telling friends she’d had the time of her life. She would later describe it as a “wild and magical” evening in which she partied until late. While Mick Jagger had fallen out of favor, he was in a perverse way responsible for saving her life. Days later she fell ill, at first thinking she had come down with pneumonia as a result of her brief flirtation with a rock-and-roll night out. After a series of tests over the next few weeks, her greatest fear was confirmed—she had cancer. The curse of the Bertrand family had struck again, this time taking the form of ovarian cancer.

During this very stressful period, Jon Voight was a constant visitor, spending hours at Cedars-Sinai as Marche recovered from the operation.

Her younger sister, Debbie, had her bags packed, ready to visit and renew a relationship that had hit the rocks during James’s college graduation in 1995. As Debbie was about to begin the drive from home, Marcheline said that she wasn’t yet ready to meet her. She would never see her sister again.

As she gradually recovered, Marcheline asked her ex-husband if she could move in with him. As he only had a small two-bedroom rented apartment, he suggested that she move back into their first-ever apartment on Roxbury Drive. When he gave it the once-over, he could see that the landlord had neglected the one-bedroom apartment, so Voight spent around $30,000 on general maintenance, new carpets, furniture, and drapes.

Ever the perfectionist, Marcheline complained that the curtains were half an inch too short. While his concern and generosity toward Marcheline earned Jon some brownie points with Angie, he had still racked up a large emotional debt. As a girlfriend who knew Angie well at this time remarked: “She didn’t really want him around. She wanted to punish him for the way she believed he had treated his wife and children.”

Angie articulated her own deep-seated fears about the family curse artistically, writing her first script, called Skin, about a girl (a thinly disguised Angie) with a terminally ill mother and a family history of cancer who discovers that she has cancer in one breast but decides to have both breasts removed. “It was very deep, very hard-core,” said someone who read the script

ronically, while Marcheline had put Mick Jagger into the deep freeze, Angie was feeling much warmer toward him. Jagger, not known for his largesse, had sent Angie a pair of $5,000 diamond earrings that he bought for her in New York. In May 1999, before her mother’s cancer was diagnosed, she was thinking of joining him in Brazil during the No Security tour.

Her friends, not privy to this two-year samba of enticement and rejection, were astonished and alarmed. That same month he had fathered a child by his mistress, Brazilian model and TV host Luciana Gimenez—and yet Angie was going to Rio de Janeiro to meet with the singer. “I told her that she was out of her fucking mind to have anything to do with him,” recalls a close friend. “She didn’t take a blind bit of notice. It was all part of her great adventure.”

During the filming of Gone in Sixty Seconds, Nic Cage was constantly calling her apartment. She was amused rather than seduced by the preposterous spending of Nic, a Beverly Hills High School alumnus who lived in a faux castle on the edge of Los Angeles. One day she took Cage, then married to actress Patricia Arquette, on a trip to a discount store, Pick’n Save on Hollywood and Vine, to remind him how the other half still lived. It didn’t have the desired effect; he subsequently ended up buying a handful of tropical islands with his movie earnings.

It was not only Nic Cage who was circling her; Tim Hutton, Billy Bob Thornton, Jonny Lee Miller, and a lovelorn Mick Jagger still had her cell phone number on speed dial. In time they would be joined by Australian actor Russell Crowe, whom she met during the promotion for The Bone Collector. She kept her stable of men in different compartments, never letting on that each was an interchangeable part of her posse

Despite the pack of A-listers beating a path to her door, she wasn’t particularly interested in the usual Hollywood gossip about who was dating whom. There were just two exceptions to her rule of studied indifference: Johnny Depp, whom she had adored since Edward Scissorhands, and golden boy Brad Pitt.

For some reason Pitt intrigued her, and she closely quizzed a friend who had worked with him, eager to know what he was like. As a youngster, he had a reputation, rightly or wrongly, as a “stoner,” observed actor Ric Young and others. He was a guy with a quirky sense of humor who only seemed to date A-list celebrities, which merely served to pique her interest. “She never took any notice of the Hollywood scene,” recalls her friend, “so her interest in Brad was truly unusual.”

Certainly Angie knew her way around the sadomasochist scene, later telling about the night she dragged an agent from the Creative Artists Agency on a tour of Manhattan’s bondage clubs. “S and M focuses you on survival,” she explained. “It’s a weird cleansing of self.”

Angie was always raising the bar for violence, testing the limits of herself and others. One night, when she was having trouble with a movie executive who was a fellow guest at the Raffles L’Ermitage Hotel, where she and a friend were staying so that they could smoke heroin, she ratcheted up the level of aggression after the initial flirtation developed into him stalking her.

During one exchange, the executive jammed his foot against the door to stop her from closing it. Instantly she whipped out a tiny penknife and stabbed at his foot. That ended the confrontation—her clear enjoyment of this violent dance giving the impression that it was part of a perverse game she both loved and knew how to play

......She made it clear that it was the name “Billy Bob Thornton” that she wanted tattooed way below her bikini line. As Gone in Sixty Seconds wrapped in early September, she began jonesing about it to tattoo artist Friday Jones, who had tattooed Angie a couple of years before. Having seen the mess Angie had made of her body by her self-inflicted, prison style tattoos, Friday was not keen, thinking Angie’s decision would come back to haunt her. “I thought it was a crackpot idea,” recalls Friday. She resisted Angie’s entreaties for weeks but was finally worn down with her insistence. “You just don’t say no to Angie.”

On October 6, 1999, they arranged to meet at the Hollywood Hills home of a mutual friend, a married amateur photographer who regularly joined Angie to indulge in their craving to smoke heroin. While Friday reluctantly got to work, her friend took a series of black-and-white and color Polaroid pictures of Angie. As the needle cut into her skin, she lay on a couch languidly smoking a Marlboro cigarette, naked except for two black crosses made from electrical tape covering her nipples. Sensual rather than sexy, the pictures convey a sense of moody eroticism, reminiscent of Marianne Faithfull, the quintessential rock chick (and onetime love of Mick Jagger), in her decadent prime.

Initially Friday wanted to use a light, fluid script that would match the contours of Angie’s body and could easily be removed or disguised. Angie was insistent on choosing the typescript Helvetica, a rigid and upright font, which was a very obvious, literally unavoidable statement.

“I used a Japanese technique involving light gray ink in case she ever wanted to grow her pubic hair over the tattoo to disguise his name,” recalls Friday, who was also struck by how deeply Angie had scarred her inner thighs. “In my experience, cutters are often girls with absent fathers. They take out the emotional pain on themselves; it gives them a sense of being.” Friday’s experience suggested that cutting could evolve into an addiction to tattoos, clearly the direction toward which Angie was moving.

Tears were alien terrain for Angie; the girl who disliked being hugged or touched only ever cried for the camera. Ironically, a couple of weeks later the dry-eyed girl who was turned on by testing limits and pushing buttons finally met her match: herself. The woman who could never go too far finally went too far—and fell off the emotional edge.

For the premiere of The Bone Collector in November 1999, Angie deliberately invited her lesbian girlfriend, Jenny Shimizu; her estranged husband but constant friend, Jonny Lee Miller; her brother, James Haven; and another friend, a fellow heroin user. To spice things up even more, she and her guests all shared the same hotel suite for the night. If she thought she was going to be the ringmaster in some weird interaction, she was in for a shock.

During the night Jenny made a pass at Angie’s addict friend, in part to make Angie jealous. The ploy worked, perhaps too well. It was more than Angie could handle, “freaking out” at the emotional menagerie—ex-husband, lover, fellow addict, and brother—that confronted her. “For once she went too far and it all ended in tears. Hers,” noted her friend.

During this emotional carousel ride, there was one man in her life who refused to leave her alone: her father, even though their public displays of fond togetherness on the red carpet or in the media were largely a charade. When the cameras were pointed elsewhere, father and daughter maintained a hostile, sometimes belligerent, distance.

In the well-worn narrative of Angie’s life, which she unveiled to anyone who cared to listen, her father could do no right, her mother no wrong. Her story, learned at her mother’s knee, was that her louse of a father had abandoned his wife and children for another woman, never paid child support, and effectively left the family destitute. Tattooed on Angie’s heart was this story of betrayal, neglect, and selfishness. One lurid tale, which she repeated often, was that shortly after her parents’ separation, her mother had been waiting by an elevator, and when the doors opened she saw her husband’s mistress on her knees performing oral sex.

All the time Angie was growing up, she absorbed her mother’s tale of woe wholesale as Marche spent hours on the phone complaining about her ex-husband.

For most of her teenage years, Angie had deliberately kept her father out of the loop regarding her life. Now, thanks to the various media interviews she had given about her drug use, her cutting, and her suicidal tendencies, his eyes had been opened. Her father was particularly worried about her heroin use, seeing for himself the physical changes the drug wrought on her slim frame.

He was not the only one to notice, both inside and outside the family. On one occasion James Haven found her unconscious on the floor of an apartment. His initial concern turned to alarm when he couldn’t wake her up. Eventually she revived, but it was a harsh insight into the unwholesome life she was leading

Although her father was determined to confront Angie about her health, she ignored his phone calls, destroyed his letters, and stayed at the homes of her friends or checked into local hotels to elude him. It became a sad game of hide-and-seek, father bouncing around town looking for his errant daughter, Angie ensconced with a girlfriend getting high on heroin.

His friends believed that in desperation, he hired a private eye to find out where she was and what she was doing. When he discovered where she was staying, he would buy stuffed animals and leave them in the lobby of the hotel. After the bellman brought them to her, she would deliberately feed what she considered pathetic peace offerings to her friend’s eight-week-old pit bull, Bruno, who quickly chewed them to a pulp.

It was symbolic. “You were never there for us growing up, so fuck you trying to have a relationship in our mid-twenties,” she said.

One evening Angie and her friend were smoking heroin in a suite at the Raffles L’Ermitage in Beverly Hills when there was a knock at the door. As they had recently ordered steak and red wine, they assumed it was room service. When Angie opened the door, it was her father, who was standing there in a camel coat. “Get out, get out, get out! I don’t want you here!” she screamed at him.

He made a grab for her, but Angie pulled away. “Calm down, calm down,” he told her. He then asked Angie’s friend to leave so that he and Angie could have a confidential father/daughter conversation. She refused. “Don’t you have a father?” he asked plaintively. As her own father had abandoned the family when she was a youngster, she had no sympathy for Jon Voight. She stayed where she was.

Voight was at a loss as to what to do next. Finally Angie yelled: “Call security. Get him out of here.” Instead they reached a compromise, phoning her brother, James, to come over. Once James arrived, her father and Angie’s friend both left. “I knew she was safe, and I left,” he said “but I shouldn’t have.”

Her father’s attempted interventions were mere distractions from the main pursuits in Angie’s life at the time—chasing the dragon and then surfing the Internet, shopping for a foreign special-needs baby on various adoption agency Web sites. It seems she wanted the most deprived child she could imagine, a desire that perhaps echoed her own unarticulated feelings of abandonment and damage.

“She felt that she didn’t have a childhood and wanted to give a child the childhood she missed,” observed Franklin Meyer, who discussed her desire to adopt with her on numerous occasions. She was inspired in part by reading and talking about the African-American entertainer Josephine Baker, who adopted twelve multi-ethnic orphans, whom she called her “rainbow tribe,” as a protest against racism in America in the 1950s and ’60s.

Long before she started searching for a special-needs child, Angie excitedly told a “stunned” Mick Jagger that she planned to adopt a Native American baby, whom she would name after him as a celebration of their relationship. How serious she was remains an open question. “She was just teasing him and messing with his head,” argues Lauren Taines.

Angie did go along with Jagger when he invited her to the home of record producer Richard Perry to watch the Lennox Lewis–Evander Holyfield fight in November 1999, Angie amused and not a little jealous about the fact that whenever she left the room, actress Farrah Fawcett was “crawling all over” her date for the night

“Her bark was always worse than her bite,” recalls a friend. It was not only with her father that she slid around awkward issues. After the Hollywood premiere of The Talented Mr. Ripley in December, the film’s star Jude Law invited Angie and other friends, including model Kate Moss, to his hotel suite for drinks.

Angie was furious that Kate Moss had been invited, knowing that she had recently had an affair with her ex-husband, Jonny Lee Miller, and had been engaged to Johnny Depp. Even though Angie had been “married but dating” during her time with Miller, Angie threatened to punch Kate if she dared to show her face in the hotel suite. The willowy model duly appeared in the company of Jude Law. Rather than confront her, Angie left the room.

While Angie preferred her brother to be by her side when she tackled their father, their relationship was complex, at once mutually dependent yet detached. Angie and her brother were welded forever as guardians of the story of their lives, reinforcing each other’s memories. “They were always together; they hung out as a team,” recalled their father. “Angie cared so much for Jamie, and Jamie was always taking care of her.”

While they had formed a profound and loving bond of support during their parents’ difficult divorce, gradually the differing trajectories of their careers shifted the balance of power between them.

Smart but shy, James loved basking in the glow of his sister’s stardom. In her own way she smothered him with kindness and concern, sometimes humiliating and belittling him along the way. For example, when they were at a party in the Hollywood Hills with numerous fellow actors, Angie loudly announced to the assembled throng: “My brother and I are going to get married.”

Her statement so shocked other partygoers that one actor, who had been on the set with James while he waited for his father to get him a role in the movie Rosewood, was moved to shout: “Are you out of your fucking mind? Don’t say such ridiculous shit.” Those in her circle were well aware of the “weird” interaction between brother and sister, seeing how James hung around his sister and was resentful of anyone else who talked to her.

Yet when he had girlfriends, she was equally disapproving: She did not like that his waitress girlfriend, Leanne, for example, and felt that he should pay court to her. Of course, it was different when Angie was in a relationship, notably during her marriage to Jonny Lee Miller. Then she rarely if ever saw or spoke with her brother.

When she flew to Sydney, Australia, to promote The Bone Collector in November 1999, she took her brother and a few friends along for the ride. One night she went for dinner to actor Sam Neill’s home, spending the evening with Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman. When she returned to the hotel she said, tongue in cheek, “Do you know, if Tom Cruise and my brother came out as a couple, I think the public would embrace them.”

While her off-the-wall comments baffled her small group of friends, they were consistent with her impulse to provoke.

The first sign was at the Golden Globes ceremony in January 2000, where she won her third award in a row for her supporting role in Girl, Interrupted. As she clutched her statuette, her hair an odd shade of gray, she stood on the stage on the arm of her brother. “I had to bring my brother up here,” she said in her acceptance speech. “He just had to see the view from up here.” On the one hand, this could be seen as a kind, thoughtful gesture; in another light it was a professional humiliation, a tacit admission that big brother didn’t have the acting chops to earn his own award

In March she flew back from Mexico, where she was filming Original Sin (originally titled Dancing in the Dark) as part of her earlier agreement with Gia director Michael Cristofer, to attend the Academy Awards. When James Coburn announced that Angie had won the award for Best Actress in a Supporting Role for Girl, Interrupted, Angie, looking every inch the goth vampire of her youth with long black hair extensions and a Cruella De Vil black dress, was overwhelmed; she sincerely did not expect to win and had no victory speech prepared.

She hugged her tearful brother, his own hair bleached blonde in what seemed to be a joint style statement, and kissed him on the mouth before making her way to the stage. “God, I’m so surprised no one’s ever fainted up here,” she told the audience at the Shrine Auditorium “I’m in shock. And I’m so in love with my brother right now. He just held me and said he loved me. And I know he’s so happy for me. . . . Winona, you’re amazing. And Whoopi, everybody. My family for loving me. Geyer Kosinski, my mom, who’s the most brave, beautiful woman I’ve ever known. And my dad, you’re a great actor, but you’re a better father. And Jamie, I have nothing without you. You’re the most amazing man I’ve ever known, and I love you.”

For once she broke her no-crying rule before leaving the stage

So she was smoking heroin in the year prior to her first adoption, which was brokered by a woman later convicted for fraud and baby-buying/selling charges. But it was all legit, I'm sure.

And no way in hell would she have ever adopted a special-needs baby. They can't be relied upon for good photo ops.

After the ceremony the couple made their way hand in hand along the red carpet, James clutching his sister’s award and proudly posing with it, looking as triumphant as if it were his own. Hollywood was left gasping for breath, as gossips pondered the possibility that Angie and her brother had an incestuous relationship.

Angie made an effort to douse the flames of the tabloid firestorm. “I didn’t snog my brother,” she said. “I wanted an Oscar my whole life—my father had one. Me and my brother had a very difficult upbringing. We both survived a lot together and it meant a lot that he supported me my whole life. And in that moment, you reach to kiss somebody and you end up kissing their mouth. Who cares? It wasn’t like we had our mouths open, it wasn’t some romantic kiss.”

Members of her circle, who had witnessed the intense interaction between brother and sister, were rather more cynical, seeing the symbolism in Angie’s stark black outfit. “It was the kiss of a vampire,” observed a friend from that time.

“She drained the blood out of any career James had. It was the kiss of death for his dreams of being an actor.” Instead James was forever imprinted on the public imagination for this one titillating act. The fact that he avoided his sister for some months after the incident perhaps reflects his annoyance and confusion

During the making of Original Sin movie, Angie and her Hollywood addict friend made a serious attempt to wean themselves off heroin. It was a painful, painstaking, and very difficult journey, her friend taking two years to get clean. Her friend even moved from Los Angeles to keep away from temptation.

Angie did not have that luxury. Not only was she working on Original Sin, but she was also on a short list of one to play the lead in a big-budget action movie, Lara Croft: Tomb Raider, Being addicted to heroin is not the same as being an addict where their compulsive behavior rules their life,” observes Candy Finnegan, a professional interventionist. Angie seems to have been in the former category, a functioning heroin user.

The symptoms of heroin withdrawal are often compared to those of a bad case of flu, with watery eyes and nose, dilated pupils, muscle cramps, bone pain, and an aching body, together with diarrhea, vomiting, and loss of appetite. An addict suffers from acute cravings, especially at the three-day stage, and these are often accompanied by severe depression and suicidal behavior that can last for weeks. It is the psychological need that usually reels an addict back into using the drug again. Even taking heroin substitutes like methadone or OxyContin merely ameliorates the condition.

Angie had some methadone in liquid form but, as her friend testifies, she really struggled to wean herself off heroin, some days staying clean and then sliding back. The only real solution for any addict, according to a Hollywood-based addiction specialist speaking on condition of anonymity, is to undergo medical treatment and to do “profound daily work” similar to the twelve-step program for alcoholics. There is no sign that Angie, not a joiner by nature, ever went down that path or needed to. “There is no such thing as ‘was a heroin addict’; it does not exist in nature,” argues the specialist. “A heroin addict has just three options: Continue, find a replacement, or undergo treatment and daily work.”

Angie’s father later told that he made another intervention, flying to the film set in Mexico when he heard whispers on the Hollywood grapevine that she was in bad shape.

When he arrived, he discovered that she was in the hospital with high blood pressure and that doctors feared she might have an aneurysm, a rupture of the artery going to the brain or the heart. Once her medical condition was stabilized and she was well enough to continue filming, her father was happy to learn that a doctor trained in psychiatry would oversee her detox program during her stay in Mexico.

It didn’t help her equanimity that Angie, who played a seductress, literally, to die for, was romantically linked to her leading man, Antonio Banderas. That his wife, Melanie Griffith, and child were on set, too, did little to stem the gossip. Angie told Larry King that she found the accusations “ridiculous, insulting, awful, and disgusting. . . . It’s probably one of the worst things I’ve ever felt accused of,” she said, knowing whose name was tattooed below her bikini line.

Angie’s pursuit of Billy Bob became increasingly frenzied during the winter of 2000. During breaks in her own filming in Mexico, Angie flew to Los Angeles or to Reno to be with her lover, who was filming the comedy Waking Up in Reno, about the redneck world of giant truck rallies, with Charlize Theron and Natasha Richardson.

More often, though, she hung around the Sunset Marquis hotel, knowing that Billy Bob was making music in the studio basement. Sometimes, when his cell phone was switched off or he was unavailable for some reason, Angie frantically called anyone and everyone: the hotel concierge and manager, his business associates, friends, and even staff at his new home in Mandeville Canyon.

Though Angie was obsessively jealous of his sometime assistant, Odessa Whitmire, who now mainly worked for actor Ben Affleck, she called her frequently to locate Billy Bob. Angie was perhaps right to be wary of the blonde beauty from South Carolina, who was heard ending phone calls to her boss with the words “I love you.”

During this time Angie frequently stayed at the hotel—room 102 was her favorite—spending days in her suite. Such was her notoriety that on one occasion, even though she had requested privacy and housekeeping staff were ordered not to disturb her, the hotel management was worried enough to get in touch with her father after she had remained behind locked doors for several days straight without even contacting room service.

When Voight arrived at the hotel, they unlocked the door to her ground-floor suite. Angie emerged disheveled and, according to one witness, “out of it,” but otherwise unharmed.

Once again her emotional tumult and obsession had its roots in her early childhood, the profound unknown wound the emotional jet rockets that propelled her journey. As psychologist Iris Martin observes: “Abandonment makes people go nuts. It means that the minute you become close to someone and you start to have an attachment to them, you constantly think they are going to leave you. So you harass them with phone calls, you show up in the middle of the night, you confront them at work and talk to your friends incessantly about them.”

As she confessed to her addict friend: “When I am with Billy, I don’t need drugs.” Swapping her desire for heroin for an infatuation for the actor-musician, Angie saw him as her white knight, her savior. Entirely understandable, says Iris Martin. “People like Angelina don’t have attractions, they have addictions.”

In the midst of this emotional frenzy, Billy Bob was playing it very cool. After a while, though, his dismissive “she’s just a kid” stance no longer fooled anyone. “Come on, buddy,” remarked a girlfriend. “You know Angie is crazy about you. I’m not a lesbian, but I would sleep with her.” Given his own insecurities, Billy Bob liked to be surrounded by a harem of female admirers. Not only was he living with Laura Dern, but he enjoyed the company of Odessa Whitmire, was in contact with air-traffic controller Sheila McCombe, and regularly made romantic overtures to other women.

He was now about to make Angie his harem of one, asking her to have his name tattooed where everyone could see it. She did so a few days after her triumph at the Oscars in March, albeit, according to her tattooist Friday Jones, with some reluctance.

For all her pursuit of Billy Bob, those in her circle insist that it was he who issued the ultimatum for her to marry him. Otherwise, he would go back to Laura Dern—who didn’t yet realize that she had been ditched. It didn’t take long for the news to leak, however, the New York Daily News reporting on April 7 that Billy Bob and Angelina were now an item, as evidenced by the tattoo on her arm.

Laura Dern’s mother, Diane Ladd, responded with understandable shock. “Billy Bob Thornton is a real Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Billy Bob told me he wants my daughter to be his wife and I know they’ve talked about having kids. I don’t know how to make sense of it.”

While he was recording his album, she intended to return to Los Angeles......After the wild intensity of their road trip, his silence was deafening. Nor were his spokesman’s public pronouncements reassuring. Endless fears assailed the actress: that he had cold feet, that he had gone back to Laura Dern, or even that he had died.

In her heightened state, struggling to stay off heroin and wrestling with her addiction to Billy Bob, Angie went to pieces. She was used to being in full control of a romantic script in which the voice on the other end of the phone pleaded with her to love him or at least to see him. Billy Bob’s inaccessibility unnerved her.

Her account of the next few hours is contradictory, incoherent, and inexplicable. “I ended up going crazy because I thought I had actually lost him,” she later told Larry King. In another version of the incident, however, she said that she had had a huge fight with a male friend—though not Billy Bob—and feared that this unnamed friend had been killed or injured as a result of their argument. Angie called her mother, who was alarmed by her daughter’s hysterical mood, especially since she was stuttering for the first time in her life.

Angie flew from Nashville to Los Angeles, where Marcheline met her at the airport and they saw a doctor. At Angie’s urging, they decided it would be best if she were admitted to the Neuropsychiatric Institute at the UCLA Medical Center for seventy-two hours so that she could be monitored. They knew about the place from drummer Joey Covington, who had spent time there following his suicide attempt.

On reflection Angie now feels that she had some kind of nervous breakdown provoked by her grief over the possibility of losing Billy Bob.

Eventually Marcheline located Billy Bob and, against Angie’s wishes, asked him to see her. In their first conversation on the phone, she was still barely able to speak and couldn’t stop crying. They were reunited shortly before the Country Music Awards, her trauma further bonding the couple.

On May 5, 2000, within twenty-four hours of his arrival in Los Angeles, they had tied the knot in Las Vegas.

If Voight was surprised, their friends were perplexed by their impulsive behavior. One of Billy Bob’s friends, who heard the news on the radio, left him a message on his answering machine saying, “Dude, I told you to fuck her, not marry her!”

Lauren Taines later discussed the union with Guns N’ Roses guitarist Slash, predicting, “Trust me, this girl is going to break Billy Bob’s heart.” Billy Bob himself later told friends that he had never been so impulsive in his life. (Or, he vowed, would be again.) But no one’s shock and misgivings could touch those of Billy Bob’s fiancée.

Laura Dern has a reputation in Hollywood for crying ugly. Her face contorts into a grimace, and racking sobs convulse her body. What she did on-screen was nothing compared to the way she howled in pain as she absorbed the fact that Billy Bob had left her for Angie.

She was filming the comedy Novocaine in Chicago when she heard the news from a tabloid reporter. “I went to work one morning and he ran off and married Angelina Jolie,” she told friends in disbelief. She had never for a moment seen it coming; their last conversations had been about starting a family together and her upcoming role in The Gift, the movie he had written with her firmly in mind.

As the enormity of his betrayal began to sink in, so, too, did the practical reality. Their house was in his name, so she could not live there. Her old rented home in Coldwater Canyon, which she had intended to buy before she met Billy Bob, was now sold. She was effectively homeless.

While in Chicago she met Oprah Winfrey and poured out her tale of woe. The talk-show host was outraged and encouraged her to sue Billy Bob, even putting Laura in touch with the legal team that had represented her during her long fight with the Texas beef industry over remarks she made on her show about mad cow disease.

Laura followed Oprah’s advice and sued her former partner, eventually arriving at a confidential settlement that ensured that she could never mention him in interviews in return for a lump sum payment, estimated at around $800,000.

At the time, though, nothing could compensate her for the torment she was going through. It was a struggle trying to be funny on set. To make matters worse, she discovered that Billy Bob had ordered the security codes to be changed on the locks to their Mandeville Canyon home so that Laura could no longer gain access. While she had no wish to stay there—or, for that matter, to even see the place again—it contained all of her memorabilia, her prestigious movie awards, treasured photographs, and important business correspondence.

The night before the locksmith was due to arrive, Laura Dern made urgent phone calls from Chicago to a handful of close friends, including Friends actress Courteney Cox and singer Sheryl Crow. In a late-night operation worthy of a Hollywood heist movie, they rolled up in their SUVs and proceeded to rifle through the house, taking everything Laura owned and cherished

It was small consolation. When she returned to Beverly Hills in June, she was a changed woman. “She looked spent, like she had cried the life out of herself,” observed a friend. “She was still in love with Billy Bob and not ready to move on.” As she licked her wounds, she made sure that the tight-knit celebrity community knew that she was now homeless and living out of a suitcase, staying at the Four Seasons hotel, in Meg Ryan’s guesthouse, or with Sheryl Crow. “She played the victim card to the hilt,” recalled an associate

The writing is terrible.

I appreciate the stories, OP! Please keep them coming!

Also agree with others upthread that Jolie seems both exhausting *and* boring.

She seems to have no core identify or real personality, just: "I'm *so* dark, edgy, and emotionally complex!" (Did I mention that I'm edgy?) "Do what I want! Go away! Come back! I've frozen you out now bitches!" (I think about that covers her entire emotional spectrum.)

I think that this lack of a core personality and identity contributes to her being a boring person--that and her apparent lack of any real sense of humor.

Oh, that and the fact that she seems like she only *really* cares about herself and her wants and needs--and always has.

She seems like a very self-focused/self-absorbed person--and very shallow. It's interesting how every single relationship they describe in here ends up being all. about. her.

Is it possible Jolie is a narcissist? Does anyone know if she fits the psych profile of one?

Also: her mother was a fucking psycho. Too many anecdotes here to even mention in one post, but there's no way of getting around it.

Interesting too that in all her constant bitching about Voight, Jolie's mom *seems to have never worked a day in her life since her marriage to Voight*, so clearly her life wasn't *that* bad and she never had to go the typical single mom route of working 2-3 shitty jobs just to feed the kids--and yet she still hated the man with a passion.

Any armchair psychiatrists out there who want to hazard a guess as to what the mom had? (Could mom and daughter --Jolie and Marcheline--both have had BPD? Is that even possible?).

And why do both mom and daughter "freeze" people out at the drop of a hat? What's that about?

Haha, Kate Moss. I hope she remembers enough to cobbe together an autobiography. Angie is boring. The queen of basic bitches.

These stories are fascinating, please post more

It wasn’t long, though, before people noticed Billy Bob making some very out-of-the-ordinary requests. As hot as their sex life seemed to be, it apparently wasn’t enough.

Hotel staff complained that Billy Bob, whom they knew as a polite Southern gentleman, was acting totally out of character, hitting on girls in the hope, some observers believed, of encouraging a threesome with him and Angie. Aggressively sexual behavior was typical for Angie, as witnessed by numerous heterosexual women she had met.

It was different for Billy Bob. He might have had a harem, but between the sheets, he was a conventional, one-woman guy. “She was into chicks and it seems that was his job, to bring her the girls,” recalled one of Billy Bob’s former lovers, speaking on the condition of anonymity.

“While nothing came of it, it appeared she was trying to get a threesome going. He was hitting on girls for her pleasure. This was within a month of them marrying. People were horrified. It was the talk of the place.”

Psychologist Iris Martin sees Angie’s behavior as “bizarre”: “Angelina cannot connect with anybody emotionally. Nobody in their right mind gets married and then starts having threesomes. It doesn’t make sense. It seems that he was not as exciting as she thought he was and so [she] lost interest.”

Once back in London, Angie did not exactly morph into the ladylike Lara Croft. During preparation she encouraged her boxing trainer and stunt double, Eunice Huthart, then the women’s world kickboxing champion, to get her first tattoo, and ignored her curfew in order to go see a group of Elvis impersonators at an off-the-beaten-track nightclub

R25, according to an unnamed, inside source, Bradley and Angie are "taking it easy, and seeing if things work out."

I believe this source. I firmly believed that this was inevitable before I heard it through the grapevine. These two have their issues, but they do genuinely love each other. If they can make it work, they will.

Also, I want to point something out. Due to my very strict and abusive upbringing, I went absolutely NUTS when I got away from my family. I did lots of crazy shit, and I'm surprised I made it out of all of it OK.

People change. They grow up. Especially if an individual is bright. You can still manage to have self awareness in the midst of chaos.

No one wants to be a complete fuck up for the rest of their lives, especially if they know that they are absolutely capable of so much more.

For a girl who loved Madonna, Michael Jackson, and punk, Angie’s willing embrace of one of Billy Bob’s rock-and-roll icons had a touch of the Laura Dern school of romance about it.

For the Method actor in Angie, Lara Croft was her rehab role, the best chance she would ever have of getting clean. She was forced to enjoy a veritable feast of cold turkey. Not only had she given up heroin, but cigarettes, sugar, and booze were off-limits, too. Vitamins, kickboxing, and yoga were her new diet, with side dishes of bungee ballet, weight training, deep-sea diving, dogsledding, and gymnastics.

......Angie was opening up her horizons, researching her role for Beyond Borders. The project had already run into casting problems, with Kevin Costner, originally slated to play the renegade doctor who was Angie’s love interest, being replaced by Ralph Fiennes. Although Costner’s people blamed artistic differences for his departure, the word was that Angie thought the forty-five-year-old star of Dances with Wolves was too old to be her movie paramour. The irony was that her own husband was the same age as Costner, and the actor’s then girlfriend was the same age as Angie.

Fiennes went to aid workers’ demonstrations on handling life-and-death refugee crises; Oliver Stone continued his travels around camps in southern Sudan and Kenya; and Angie called on the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees for information, reading pamphlets and books and scanning the Internet.

In many ways her character of Sarah Jordan was the perfect next step after Lara Croft. She was Lara with a social conscience, a real person out to do good, to help make the world a better place. Just as she had begun to morph into Lara during filming—director Simon West admitted “she was definitely thinking she was Lara Croft after a while”—Angie took her persona one stage further with Sarah; she was flesh and blood, not just a cartoon character

In late January, however, Oliver Stone, whom Angie had come to see as a surrogate father, bowed out, complaining of the meager budget, inadequate prep time, and the looming possibility of an actors’ strike. Angie was devastated. She loved her character and felt true kinship with the script and the story. She had already had discussions with the UNHCR about spending a couple of weeks visiting refugee camps to see for herself what life in them was really like. Now that plan seemed to be stuck in the sand.

For the first time in her life, however, the girl who had spent her career being told what to do by someone else slowly realized that she didn’t need Oliver Stone or anyone else directing her life. She could go anyway. “Suddenly it dawned on me that just because I’m an actor, I felt like I needed a film to do it,” she recalled. “I’m a person. Do it.” She contacted the UNHCR in New York and discussed the possibility of visiting Sierra Leone and Tanzania under their umbrella. She was forthright, telling UN officials: “You might think I’m crazy. I’m an actress. I don’t want to go with press. If you could give me access, allow me in on a trip so I could just witness and learn.” There were two conditions: She insisted on paying her own way and on being treated like everyone else.

While Oliver Stone might have tipped his hat at her chutzpah, Jon Voight was concerned. With Sierra Leone in the midst of a rumbling civil war, he thought that Angie was deliberately putting herself in harm’s way and contacted the UN to try to have the trip canceled. Officials pointed out that she was a grown woman and was visiting under escort. Typically, her mother was more passive, simply smiling through her tears.

Before Angie left, Marche delivered a special message from James that alluded to her favorite childhood character, Peter Pan: “Tell Angie I love her and to remember that if she is ever scared, sad, or angry—look up at the night sky, find the second star on the right, and follow it straight on till morning.”

Billy Bob shared her father’s view, but he let her go ahead with her adventure. “He said he didn’t think I’d be safe. But he didn’t offer to come along, either. And so I left,” she recalled.

As Angie, armed with pens and a notepad, went off to a war zone, her husband headed to the basement with his friend Randy Scruggs and wrote a love song for his bride. “It’s basically the story of how we met,” recalled Billy, who, with his friend, wrote the song “Angelina” in just a few minutes. Angie was on a very different path, briefed by UN officials when she arrived in Abidjan, Côte d’Ivoire, in late February about the blind bureaucratic reality facing refugees and asylum seekers. With no chance of romance in their battered lives, the picture of struggle and sacrifice was etched on the faces of those she met

Shocked and upset by the human tumult she encountered, Angie observed that she felt like a visitor in a zoo. A petting zoo, at that; when she visited a refugee center in Freetown, the capital of Sierra Leone, a baby was unceremoniously placed in her arms. For Angie, who had never played with dolls and wasn’t the cuddling type, this was a remarkable event.

“No words could express how I felt,” she wrote. At another transit camp children came running toward her. “Their tiny little hands grabbed on to mine. There was a child’s hand around every finger of mine. I wanted to take each and every one of them home with me.”

She was hungry to learn more, meeting the U.S. ambassador to Sierra Leone, veteran diplomat John Melrose, and other aid workers at the ambassador’s residence on March 1, 2001. Before dinner she admitted to the seasoned Africa hand that the experience had really opened her eyes.

Her naïveté was striking, but little different from the response of other well-intentioned Westerners he had met during his long career. “She had been doing food distribution the day before she came to dinner,” he recalled. “She didn’t realize these kinds of things were going on. However, when you are first exposed it is a rather powerful experience, and it can also be a very depressing one. She grew up with a much more sheltered existence and had not been exposed to anything like that. She was touched by it.”

With hindsight, Angie would say that her first visit to refugee camps was monumental. “When I came back [to America] two weeks later, I was a very different person.”

That was not how it seemed at the time. When she returned, she immersed herself in Hollywood froth, agreeing to play a ditsy TV reporter in a sudsy romantic comedy, Life or Something Like It, alongside Ed Burns. This was her replacement gig now that Beyond Borders no longer had a home. At the same time, she was in meetings to discuss Lara Croft merchandise, repeatedly sending back the prototype dolls with notes saying: “No. Boobs too big.” Welcome back to the real world.

Before she flew to Seattle and then Vancouver to film the romantic comedy, she and Billy Bob managed their second wedding. It took place in their kitchen in April, in the presence of a woman from the multifaith, multigod Church of the Enlightenment, witnessed by Harry, their pet rat, and Billy’s mynah bird, Alice.

Instead of exchanging rings, they cut each other’s fingers and sucked each other’s blood. They were now officially blood brothers, even more so after Angie hired a doctor to extract her own blood, which she kept in vials in the minibar of her hotel during filming, awaiting the moment she might make a more meaningful wedding gift for her husband.

In May, for their first anniversary, Angie flew to Baton Rouge, where he was playing a prison guard and executioner in Monster’s Ball. They were in full Gothic mode. They swapped vials of blood—Angie painting herself with her husband’s blood—and she bought two grave plots so they could spend eternity side by side as well, along with a bench in the cemetery so they could sit together contemplating their future home. Not to be outdone, Billy Bob gave her a document signed and notarized in his blood saying that they would be married until the end of time.

Beneath the frenzy of devotion, Angie was somewhat unsettled, knowing that her husband had a date with destiny—a graphic sex scene with Halle Berry, routinely described, along with Angie, as one of the world’s great beauties. To ensure that her relationship with Billy Bob stayed on course, if not till the end of time then at least till the end of shooting, Angie deputed her now permanent bodyguard, Mickey Brett, to be with Billy Bob during filming.

Nor did it hurt that her brother, James, had snagged a small part. They were her eyes and ears on set. Once a womanizer, always a womanizer. If Billy Bob was a reformed man, that would be good to know, too, especially as the scene would be shot just a couple of days before she headed back to Cambodia in mid-July on her second UN mission.

Voight took her to the airport for her flight to Cambodia, giving her a letter as he said goodbye. Letters were typical of how he communicated with her and others, allowing him to get his point across without any redefinition or argument. What she thought was a note containing fond sentiments, building on their “new deal,” was instead, as she described it, a scathing indictment of her lifestyle.

At a time in her life when Angie had finally heard what she wanted to hear from her dad, albeit in a movie—when she was feeling good about herself, mentally and physically, alive to bigger issues in the world than her own angst and pain, and in a marriage to a man who seemed to understand her—her father’s missive seemed cruel and somehow pointless.

“All I can say is that the final letter I got, that was the final break,” Angie said. “He handed it to me when I was on the way to Cambodia with the UN to go to a minefield for the first time. That’s the day he handed me this letter to tell me I was a bad person.”

Although Angie was no longer looking for a Native American child, her most recent UN trip to Pakistan had reinforced her commitment to adopting. Rumors were swirling that she planned to adopt an Afghan child, especially when she and Billy Bob were spotted filling out documents at the Los Angeles office of Citizenship and Immigration Services.

Politically, however, the new Goodwill Ambassador had stepped into a minefield. For starters, the UNHCR opposed the adoption of orphaned children from Afghanistan, or any country in conflict. The reasons were pragmatic: It was common for families to be split up in the turmoil of war, only to be reunited afterward. Indeed, they were against foreign adoptions, period. “We try to find foster families within the country who are willing to take the children,” said a UN official. “We also think it’s better for the child to stay in the culture.”

Nevertheless, Angie had her mind and heart set on adopting a child from the country that had had such an impact on her during the filming of Lara Croft: Cambodia. Despite his fear of flying—especially after 9/11—Billy Bob flew with Angie to Phnom Penh in November 2001 to look at orphanages with an adoption facilitator. For Billy Bob the plane ride was an act of devotion; for Angie it was the final chapter in a dream she had harbored for years

Before Billy Bob and Angie boarded the flight to Cambodia, they would have undergone the agency’s standard vetting procedure. Devin screened parents for suitability; Galindo chose children depending on availability and the parents’ desires. Prospective parents paid on a sliding scale depending on income. A typical fee was $9,000—though Angie paid considerably more, unconfirmed reports speculating upwards of $100,000. The fees were split between donations to the orphanage and payments to government officials to facilitate processing; Galindo preferred to call this a system of “tipping” rather than bribery. While Angie has never spoken about the exact figure, Billy Bob later said that the couple set up their own foundation to build schools for deprived youngsters in the country.

At the orphanage Billy Bob and Angie met with numerous infants, but it was the last baby they saw, three-month-old Rath Vibol, who won their hearts. They both felt an immediate connection. Unlike most Western couples, who want to take home a baby girl, Billy Bob and Angie fell for a boy

“It’s the weirdest thing to go to an orphanage and know that you are going to be bringing a kid home with you,” said Angie. “He was the last child I met. He was asleep and wouldn’t wake up and at first I thought there was something wrong with him. They put him in my lap and I’d never held children, so I was scared that he wouldn’t be comfortable with me, but he just stared at me for the longest time and then we relaxed and smiled at each other. He accepted me at the same time that I accepted him. He opened his eyes and it was like he chose me. I like to think we chose each other.”

Their joy was short-lived. Once again her father had, in her eyes, put his foot in it by prematurely announcing that he had become a grandfather. On March 11, in answer to questions at an Academy Awards lunch in Hollywood, he told reporters that he was “thrilled,” anxious to test his diaper-changing skills. Normally in a family, a new baby heals old wounds and resets the emotional clock.

Not in Angie’s world. She was furious. “I left him a strong message about how on the most beautiful day of my life, my first day with my son, he had cast this huge cloud. That day became about dealing with this thing that Jon had done.” As Jon Voight had gotten the happy news from her mother, Angie told Marcheline never again to give her father details about her private life. Moreover, she vowed never to speak to him again.

Her response is interesting. There was no mention of “we,” as in “Billy Bob and I, the parents of Maddox”; it was all about her. Her apparent overreaction to Voight’s remarks, made in response to a question, also demonstrates how edgy she was about keeping the adoption under the radar. Doubtless she feared that publicity might provoke further questioning—and delays—from U.S. immigration authorities, who were not as biddable as Hollywood producers

Inside their beach house, the woman who only a few months earlier had delighted at the prospect of being squeezed to death during their torrid lovemaking now plonked the baby between them. It was a not-so-subtle shift in the relationship. “Before, he was the sun, the moon, the stars and sky to Angie. Now he was no longer in her universe. Maddox was the new center of her life,” said Ingrid Earle, a friend of Billy Bob’s.

The woman who had gone into a psychiatric ward in a frenzy of loss over the actor-musician was now addicted to baby Maddox. It was a fresh fascination, shifting through the emotional gears, first heroin, then her white knight, and now her complete devotion to the new little man in her life.

Already a father of three children, Billy Bob was perhaps unfazed by the new arrival and the changing balance in their relationship, indulgent of Angie’s messianic zeal for being a mother. After all, he had seen it all before. As far as Billy Bob was concerned, he was still very much with the program

They started off their reunion on June 3, the day before her birthday, with an almighty argument. From her side it was over allegations that he had been whooping it up on tour with other women. As far as he was concerned, he had no idea what the hell had gotten into her. The woman who had pledged to stay with Billy Bob until the end of time wasted no time packing a bag and moving out of their eleven-thousand-square-foot house.

It is doubtful that William and Harry ever got to see their stepbrother. Billy Bob and Angie’s parting was like their first meeting, dramatic and overblown. Now he knew how Laura Dern felt.

From Angie’s perspective, this blowup had been brewing for months, the cracks in the façade first appearing when they moved out of their rented house in Montreal in March. “The marriage was already in trouble. It was obvious to both of us. I literally came back for one day, packed a bag and said: ‘Goodbye.’ It gave me a real sense of freedom,” she said. Later she suggested that his infidelity during his tour was the turning point: “He hasn’t been as honorable as he could be. I don’t disbelieve the rumors. I don’t think they are untrue.”

Fellow band member Michael Shipp dismissed the allegations as “horseshit,” which, in any case, dated after the June 3 split. Angie was adamant: “I didn’t see anything with my own eyes, but I could believe they are true. Let’s just say that I’m not okay with certain kinds of behavior.”

Clearly there were deeper conflicts behind the abrupt split. Billy Bob was obsessed with his music, while she was focused on Maddox. Her lexicon was that the new priority in her life was Maddox, completely and utterly. “Suddenly I had a baby and that child was the center of my life. Anything that took away from that or hurt that was going to have to go,” she said.

More than that, she felt he didn’t appreciate or respect her charity work, needling her by saying that refugees and poverty were as common as the rain. “He’s focused on his music and career,” Angie said. “I’m focused on my baby. Maddox is so important to me. It comes down to what’s important to you. Good for him. But I have other priorities.”

As for Billy Bob, these accusations were all news to him. For a guy who had overcome his phobias, supported her charity work, set up joint foundations, tailored his career to fit in with hers, and encouraged her need to adopt, this was a bolt out of the blue. “I don’t think either one of us knows why we split up. It was like, say you’re going to a nightclub one night with your friends and you’re in line and the next thing you know there are guys with helicopters and there’s machine gun fire and you don’t know what happened. And that’s kind of what our breakup was like.”

For a doting, adoring mother, her subsequent behavior was curious to say the least. She celebrated her twenty-seventh birthday by ditching her husband and then dumping her beloved boy with her mother and her brother, James—in Maddox’s eyes two complete strangers—before catching a flight to Ecuador to spend a week visiting UN refugee camps.

It seemed that once Angie had gotten the prize she had spent years planning for, her partner was superfluous, useful only insofar as his name on the adoption papers helped smooth the process. A single woman with a busy, full-time career and a well-known history of drug use might have had difficulty convincing even the most forgiving adoption agency that she would be able to give a baby from another country and culture the kind of constant support and care experts recommend. Having a husband helped

During the split from Billy Bob she had been playing her familiar game of hide-and-seek with her father, ignoring his phone calls and handwritten notes, still furious with him for telling the world about Maddox. On July 14, 2002, they had been separately invited to the Paramount ninetieth-anniversary celebrations in Hollywood, and Jon Voight planned to speak with his daughter about her lifestyle, her exhibitionism, and her erratic behavior.

When he arrived at the event... He spotted his daughter and made his way toward her through the throng of celebrities. He later claimed that as he cried out her name, Geyer Kosinski, who transitioned from agent to manager as Marcheline’s illness left her less able to cope with organizing Angie’s life, blocked his way, telling him, “She doesn’t want to see you.” It could have turned ugly, as there is little love lost between manager and father. Kosinski remembers the incident differently, telling Access Hollywood that he interceded because Voight “aggressively, physically grabbed her against her will.” Even so, the outcome was the same—another angry and frustrating stand-off between father and daughter.

On July 17, three days after her encounter with her father, she announced her divorce, leaving the man whom she’d credited with saving her life, a man whom she’d pledged to stay with until the end of time, without a backward glance. She had a new man in her life. While he couldn’t walk or talk, he now meant the world to her

It was just a regular day in his Burbank office for Pat O’Brien, host of Access Hollywood. Then his phone rang. On the line was Jon Voight, asking if they could meet privately. He said “Sure,” and suggested they have a coffee at Nate n’ Al’s, a well-known casual meeting place for Hollywood movers and shakers.... when the actor walked in, he got straight down to business. “I want to talk to you about my daughter,” he said. “I’m brokenhearted. That’s the reason why I’m here. I feel I can trust you as a journalist.”

The TV host, who was a sports commentator before moving into TV entertainment, realized that Voight wanted to talk further. His antennae warned him to hold fire, to capture what Voight had to say on film. “Any chance you can do this on camera?” he asked. Voight nodded agreement. “That’s what I want. I want to tell you about my daughter.”

O’Brien returned to the office intrigued by exactly what was on Voight’s mind. He remembered another time when he got a call out of the blue; it was from actor Michael J. Fox, who admitted on live TV that he had Parkinson’s disease and was bowing out of movies. O’Brien and his executive producer Rob Silverstein arranged to meet Voight in a suite at the Four Seasons hotel in Beverly Hills. While it was a two-camera shoot, which in television terms signifies that the interview

When O’Brien asked him why he was coming forward, Voight was immediately in full flow, explaining that while the public might see a poised, smiling actor who had enjoyed numerous successes, inside he was a broken man. “I’ve been trying to reach my daughter and get her help. I have failed and I’m really sorry.

I haven’t come forward and addressed these serious mental problems she has spoken about so candidly.” It “pained” him deeply to see these unspecified mental problems paraded over and over again. “They’re very serious symptoms of real, real problems, real, real illness.”

He explained that her problems were in part drug-related and that over the years he had confronted her about her behavior, but with little success. As far as he was concerned, she had avoided facing up to these issues, more often than not shielded by her manager, Geyer Kosinski, whom he described as a “parasite.” “I begged him to help many times and always he turned her against me,” he said in a portion of the interview left on the cutting-room floor. (Geyer later sent him a letter threatening to sue him, but he never followed through.)

Nor did Voight absolve himself of blame, acknowledging the pain and hurt his affair with Stacey Pickren, whom he did not name, had caused the family. His ex-wife also had to share the burden of guilt, Voight said, accusing Marche of programming the children against him in spite of all his “repentance,” combined with his efforts to be “an upstanding and strong example” for his kids.

While he emphasized Angie’s drug taking as the main reason for her “real psychic pain,” he also acknowledged her psychological damage. “There is something she has to work out,” he said. “There is some trauma there.”

Even though he had never held out much hope for his daughter’s second marriage, he did concede that Billy Bob Thornton had had a positive impact on her attempt to get clean of drugs. Now that Angie was considered to be a role model, he was bothered about her possible influence on young people, pleading with her fans to send her their love and prayers. At this point he put his hand over his face and broke down in tears

“All of a sudden he just broke down,” recalls Pat O’Brien. “It was the dad in him coming out. This was his baby girl he was trying to save. He so wanted to reach out to her. She hadn’t returned his calls and he didn’t know where she was living. He broke down like a father who had not yet cried over the rejection by his daughter. I just sat there and stared at him. I didn’t really know what to do. At that point I was no longer a journalist but one father to another who felt sorry for the guy. I put my hand on his knee and patted him to say: ‘It’s okay to cry.’ The tears just came out.” As he tried to compose himself, the veteran actor spoke of his greatest pain, not being allowed to see his first grandchild, Maddox.

When the cameras stopped rolling on the thirty-minute interview, the two men had lunch and swapped phone numbers. Voight went on his way, feeling that his mission had been accomplished. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

The first indication of trouble was when Angie’s lawyers, who were contacted before the Thursday-night broadcast on August 1, warned the TV show against even showing the material. “On no account can you run that interview,” Access Hollywood was told. Angie, who was staying in a London hotel with Maddox as she prepared to reprise her role as Lara Croft, issued a formal statement:

“I don’t want to make public the reasons for my bad relationship with my father. I will only say that, like every child, Jamie and I would have loved to have had a warm and loving relationship with our dad. After all these years, I have determined that it is not healthy for me to be around my father, especially now that I am responsible for my own child.”

Having seen her father break down in front of his eyes, Pat O’Brien was surprised by Angie’s retort. “What shook me most about the whole episode was how cool her response was,” he says

If he had been in her hotel suite, he would have seen a very different reaction. She was incandescent with rage, shouting, cursing, and throwing cushions at her father’s image on the TV screen. Her greatest fear was that her father’s righteous intervention could lead to her son’s being taken away from her. “It’s horrible, it doesn’t make sense,” said the bewildered actress when first asked about the interview.

Voight had grotesquely misjudged the impact his words would have, not just on Angie but on his family and friends. As director Rob Lieberman, a friend for more than twenty years, observed: “Jon is a complicated, intense guy who is very thoughtful. I’ve scratched my head about him a number of times. Going on TV to talk about his daughter was not the greatest choice. He was desperate and trying to save his daughter as he saw it from drugs and bad choices.”

Actor Nathan Lee Graham, who had worked with Voight on Zoolander a couple of years before, got a brief taste of why Angie might feel so aggrieved after a lifetime of never quite making the mark—at least according to her dad. Graham found Voight constantly judgmental, never encouraging or consoling. “His intensity was unnerving. He looked down on you like he had the answers and you didn’t.”

Not only was Jon publicly disowned by his ex-wife and daughter, but his son, James, also refused to have anything more to do with him, though they had always been closer than Jon and Angie. A committed Christian who for a time pondered becoming an evangelical preacher, even James could not forgive his father’s behavior. Jon Voight now felt the full blast of the legendary Bertrand family freeze, his children and his ex-wife casting him into the outer darkness.

To formally seal the family schism, Angie instructed her lawyer to legally remove “Voight” from her name. “He’s not any more to me than a man who walks down the street,” she said, indicating the depth of her anger. “I’m an adoptive parent so blood ties aren’t what count.”

The irony was not lost on her mother or on those who had known Angie since she was a youngster. Just as James was more like his mother, passive, introspective, and placid, Angie was strikingly similar to her dad. She shared not only his genetic flaw, a slight curvature of the spine, but also his full lips and high cheekbones. Like her father, she was wild, chatty, sexy, feisty, and a born debater who loved to argue a point.Of all the Voights, Angie inherited the straight-talking, loose-lipped nature of her crackerjack of a grandmother, Barbara Voight.

Angie continued to bridle at any comparison to her father or his family. After the O’Brien broadcast, she told one interviewer: “We’re not similar people and we are not friends. In an argument we were always on opposite sides.” In denying her father’s existence, she was also denying herself. “Don’t tell Angie that; she will go mad,” Marche once warned her friend Lauren Taines, when they concluded that Angie was a true Voight.

While removing her father’s name took but the stroke of a pen—she officially became Angelina Jolie in September 2002 after petitioning a Santa Monica court—it was a rather more painful process to etch Billy Bob’s name out of her life, and her heart. She complained that it took five laser treatments to remove the tattoo of his name from her left shoulder; she then replaced his name with the global coordinates where Maddox was born. “The worst thing is the smell,” she said. Fortunately the now infamous tattoo of Billy Bob’s name beneath her bikini line had faded.

For his part, Billy Bob had the left forearm tattoo that once bore her name expunged. He observed later: “I had it covered up with an angel and it says ‘Peace.’ It’s like, basically, my way of saying, ‘No hard feelings.’ ” Then for good measure he buried the “vial of blood” in his backyard.

If only the tattoo left on his heart by his wild two-year ride with Angie could be removed so easily. To ease the pain and publicity, he cut the song “Angelina” from his band’s playlist. He had been sober and off drugs for years, but now he was again drinking and smoking. “At the time, he was very depressed because he thought that the world would think he had left her and Maddox,” recalled a close friend. “It just wasn’t true. The fact was that she had no further need for him. She had resolved something inside herself and moved on.”

For the last two years Thornton, at heart a homebody who lives for his music and art, had gotten himself into a freak show where he was exhibit A. While he had gone along with the overblown statements and sentiments—and contributed his fair share—he knew that the blood vials, the matching graves, and the endless sex talk were symptoms of her constant need for attention. “Shock value,” he would tell friends, rolling his eyes in mock despair. “I went along for the ride.” He understood Angie’s motivation. During the early part of an actor’s career, people only want the juicy and sensational. “So you play it up,” he observed

He later reflected to friends that the central difference between him and Angie was that he was an artist who had had to learn to cope with fame, whereas she was an actor who craved infamy. As his onetime girlfriend Sheila McCombe observed: “She fell in love with the idea of being with an artist and the reality was rather different. He is very smart and talented but the downside is that he’s a very heavy character.” It was somewhat like the difference between Madonna and her first husband, Sean Penn. She dreamed of ways to feed the media beast, while he threw rocks at it.

Being newly single also brought out the animal in her. The panther was back on the prowl, explaining to Marie Claire magazine that one of the ten things she wanted to do before she died was tell her ex-husband Jonny Lee Miller that she still loved him. “But I think he knows,” she said, declaring later that she hoped the two “might find a way back to each other.”

She soon had the opportunity to tell him in person.r, within days of checking into Claridge’s hotel, Angie was, in scenes reminiscent of her pursuit of Billy Bob, bombarding Miller’s production company, Natural Nylon, with endless phone calls, leaving her hotel name and room number. “Angelina has called up loads of times and sounded very distraught,” a well-informed source was quoted as saying.

When Angie arrived in London, Miller was due to marry his sweetheart from school, blonde TV actress Lisa Faulkner, who had previously dated South Park creator Trey Parker. The couple, who had become engaged the previous May, were in the midst of planning a “fairy-tale” wedding in November. Within three weeks of Angie’s arrival, the wedding was called off.

Like Laura Dern, Lisa Faulkner never saw it coming. Faulkner was later photographed sobbing on a friend’s shoulder, breaking down in tears during a shopping trip in central London. Remaining tight-lipped about the reasons behind their breakup

It is not hard to understand why she was so keen to reconnect with Miller. In many ways they had never really been apart, Miller a friend and a shoulder to cry on even after their separation and subsequent divorce.

Of all the men—and women—in her life, he probably seemed the most trustworthy. Unlike Mick Jagger and Billy Bob Thornton, who’d had to betray a partner to prove their devotion to Angie, Miller had never forfeited another to win her love. Until Lisa Faulkner. Perhaps, in a perverse way, his breakup with Faulkner was the final test, which, like all the other men in her life, he had failed. Abandoning his fiancée so abruptly in favor of Angie may have proved his dedication, but it also proved, in Angie’s eyes, that he was no longer worthy. On some level he was now no better than her cheating father, her template for all that was wrong with men.

The only male who had never let her down—baby Maddox—shared her bed most nights. She poured all her love and devotion into the youngster she called “Mad,” insisting on keeping him with her during the filming of the new Lara Croft movie.

Meanwhile, she was already looking for a brother or sister for Maddox, admitting that she had completed the paperwork to adopt a baby from another religion and culture.

As Dr. Franziska De George observes: “The motivation for Angelina to adopt a child from another country is symbolic of how alien she feels. Metaphorically they are on the fifth floor. Worlds away. She can identify with and responds to their feeling of alienation and abandonment, their helplessness and their pain. Cutting was a way of shifting herself out of her suffering, while adopting children shifts them out of their suffering. Adopting foreign children is her way of easing the suffering no one eased in her.”

This woman is repugnant and nauseating. What a narcissistic and self-absorbed twat.

In London endless media speculation about her love life centered on Jonny Lee Miller, but the focus changed when she flew to Montreal in the spring of 2003 to work on Taking Lives, a thriller based on Michael Pye’s novel. Playing an FBI profiler hunting a ruthless serial killer, she was linked to each of her costars: Ethan Hawke, Kiefer Sutherland, and Olivier Martinez. A classic example was when she and Maddox went to a Montreal Expos baseball game with various members of the cast and crew. She was photographed sitting or standing next to Hawke and Martinez, different tabloids plumping for one or the other as her new lover.

Hawke’s public pronouncements about Angie were clue enough. “She’s ravishingly beautiful and never gets old and never gets boring. She is a really incredible woman, and I liked her,” he said, which could hardly have been music to his wife’s ears. “I knew about her affair with Ethan,” recalls Lauren Taines. “At that time she hadn’t seen anyone for quite a while.”

............With visits to refugees in Jordan and Egypt in December, Angie showed that she was not content to rest on her laurels, her goodwill missions invariably accompanied by large personal donations. During her visit to the SOS Children’s Village in Amman, Jordan, she “adopted” a house of three girls and four boys, paying for their food, clothing, and education.

While she was happy to embrace the family of the world, this did not extend to her own father, Jon Voight seemed to be covered in a cloud of brooding loneliness. A few months later Angie was using the revolving doors to enter the Dorchester hotel in London when she spotted her father standing alone in the lobby. She continued to revolve, spilled out into the street, and quickly crossed town, where she checked into Claridge’s. Her luggage came later. It was a metaphor of sorts, the UN ambassador spinning frantically around the globe, full of goodwill for the faceless and nameless but with none for her father

Of course she should have seen it coming. The moment Angelina Jolie unexpectedly arrived on the lot of Friends, Jennifer Aniston should have been on red alert. As Angie shook her hand, Jennifer could have been excused for wondering whether she was extending her long slim fingers in friendship or sizing up her next victim, like a hangman judging the length of rope needed for the drop. “Brad is so excited about working with you. I hope you guys have a really good time,” Aniston recalls telling her.

If the memories of Laura Dern’s tearstained face had faded, Aniston’s friend Courteney Cox, who played Monica on the show, would have been quick to remind Jennifer of what Angelina Jolie could do. After all, when Billy Bob Thornton ditched his fiancée for Angie, Cox was one of the posse who raided his mansion one night to pick up her possessions. Not surprisingly, the Hollywood coterie around Dern viewed Angie with suspicion. “They gave her a lot of shade, a lot,” recalls a onetime girlfriend of Angie’s.

Then there were the warnings from Faye, the Iranian psychic whose advice guided the decisions of such Hollywood celebrities as Tamara Mellon, Kate Hudson, Goldie Hawn, and Jennifer. Jennifer would even consult her about whether to do a magazine interview. During their regular sessions, held in an anonymous Beverly Hills office building, Faye read the runes and felt the future. She didn’t like what she saw, telling Jennifer that Angie was a “dark angel.”

In time Faye would no longer accept Brad Pitt as a client, the soothsayer smiling bleakly when acquaintances joked that she was the one woman in the world who had turned down Brad Pitt

If those storm signals weren’t enough, Jennifer knew full well that Angie put the “M” in Method acting; the part took over the personality. Such absorption had won her an Oscar. So the clue was in the title: Mr. & Mrs. Smith. Director Doug Liman wanted chemistry between his leading man and lady, with sexual sparks flying on-screen. If they caused a fire off set, who cared? He had it in the can

What Jennifer didn’t know was that Brad was one of the triumvirate of men—the other two were Johnny Depp and Willem Dafoe—whom Angie had watched and wondered about from afar. Thanks to her dad, she had already been introduced to Willem Dafoe, but had yet to meet Johnny Depp. As for Brad, he was the one Hollywood star she had seemed particularly curious about, asking those who had worked with him, “What is he like?”

Now she had the chance to find out for herself. When she got the rather desperate phone call from director Doug Limon while she was in London promoting Lara Croft redux, it seemed like fate. So many had fallen—Nicole Kidman, Cate Blanchett, and Catherine Zeta-Jones—but it was Angie who was chosen.

Even though Pitt had long been a target of her curiosity, he was an odd choice for Angelina. There is nothing especially dark, brooding, or wildly artistic about him. Quite the opposite; he would rather have a Bud than a blood vial. Even at thirty-nine, he was still a Hollywood pretty boy, a two-time winner of People magazine’s “sexiest man alive” title, and half of a Hollywood golden couple.

While Angie was undertaking missions for the UN, he had a reputation for swilling beer, going for motorbike rides, and smoking dope. He was, as several actors who have worked with him attest, “a bit of a stoner,” with a minor conviction for dropping his trousers and “mooning” a passerby in Santa Monica while under the influence.

During their conversations about family, life, and the whole damn thing, Angie artfully conjured up a different kind of perfect woman for the ever-restless Brad: maternal yet still dangerous, sexy yet a goddess. A woman with a sense of the bigger picture, able to pepper her conversation with references to “Bill,” “Kofi,” and “Colin.” (That’s Clinton, Annan, and Powell to mere mortals.) She came across as a strange exotic wanting to save the world’s underclass and yet fill her life with children. And there was the gossip on set about her trailer, which was, as crew later noted, reportedly decked out with handcuffs, sex toys, whips, and the constricting paraphernalia of S&M. The corn-fed boy was toast.

“Brad was targeted,” observes a friend who mingles in the Brad, Angie, and Jennifer circle. “He was bored, sick of Jen’s neediness and tired of propping her up. I am sure that as soon as Jennifer heard the name Angelina Jolie she knew to her core that it was over for her and Brad. Angie’s personality type is tremendously seductive, even for a professional counselor. They flatter, pay unbelievable attention, indulge your every whim. It is all about the dance. Her personality type doesn’t present as crazy but as fabulous. She appears independent, rebellious, has got her shit together. That’s her image. That’s the persona she projected to hook him.”

............Angie spent Christmas and New Year’s with Maddox touring a children’s cancer center and a refugee camp in Beirut. By contrast, Brad and Jennifer were photographed on the beach arm in arm on January 6, Brad wearing a T-shirt emblazoned with the word “trash.” The next day, January 7, they announced their separation. Angelina was nowhere to be seen, in a different country and a different time zone, doing good works. She had the perfect alibi. They wouldn’t find her fingerprints at the scene of this marital crime

With the ink barely dry on their separation announcement, Brad called his friend photographer Steven Klein and suggested a series of faux family portraits of Angie, him, and some hired child models that would represent the seamy reality behind the smiling image of a happy family. A style shoot like in W magazine, the bible of the New York fashion crowd, would really “throw this back at them,” Brad argued—“them” being the paparazzi who dogged every move he and Angie made.

Meanwhile, Angie stuck to her own script, filming a documentary in Niger before heading to Davos, Switzerland, in mid-January to speak about refugees and humanitarian issues at the World Economic Forum.

In keeping with their “still friends” message, the Pitts threw open their home on February 12 for a birthday bash for Jennifer; guests included Gwen Stefani—now a great pal of Angie’s—Gavin Rossdale, and Cindy Crawford. Before the Oscars in March, Mr. and Mrs. Pitt spent time together at industry events, including a party hosted by CAA agent Bryan Lourd at which Gwyneth Paltrow proudly showed off pictures of her baby daughter, Apple, to her former fiancé and his estranged wife.

Babies were on Angie’s mind, too. On March 8 she told guests at a Washington Press Club luncheon that Africa was the focus for her next adoption. Once again it all came down to Maddox. “My son’s in love with Africa, so he’s been asking for an African brother or sister,” she explained, describing his pleasure at walking around a market during a recent visit to Ethiopia.

It seems Brad was ready to adopt, too, he and Angie looking through pictures sent by the Wide Horizons for Children adoption agency, which specializes in Ethiopia. Both settled on a little girl, born on January 8, the day after Brad and Jennifer separated. They were told that her mother had died of AIDS and it was unknown if the baby, legally named Tena Adam but called Yemsrach, meaning “good news,” by her mother, had also contracted the deadly virus. No matter; they wanted her anyway. As Angie later explained to writer Jonathan Van Meter: “We both had the same fear because she was sick at the time, and we both made the decision that no matter what, we were going to look after her.”

....As for Angie as home-wrecker, he kept to the party line, stating that she had had nothing to do with the end of his four-and-a-half-year marriage. Even as he spoke, a private plane was on the runway at Addis Ababa, waiting to fly him to Mombasa in Kenya, where he and Angie had secretly arranged a private rendezvous. It was Angie’s idea; several weeks earlier she had instructed her bodyguard Mickey Brett to find a villa hideaway where she and Brad could enjoy a break together.

For some reason, he chose the Alfajiri beach resort on Diani Beach on the Kenyan coast, a popular location for European vacationers. With regular international flights from London and other destinations, it was easily reached by the paparazzi

So it proved. During the four-day break, long-range shots of the couple and Maddox playing on the beach made headlines around the world. It was reminiscent of similar pictures of Angie and Maddox playing alone in a park, taken within days of the split from Billy Bob Thornton, which presented a sympathetic image of Angie, the single mom focusing her attention on her son after the breakup.

As The New York Times later revealed, those pictures were organized by Team Jolie, the photographer for Us magazine told when and where Angie and Maddox would be in the park.

The latest pictures had the hallmarks of a similar operation. Australian paparazzo Darren Lyons, owner of the London-based Big Pictures agency, happened to be in Mombasa when a suspiciously well-informed caller told him to be on the beach at a certain time and he would see something of interest.

Right on cue, Angie, Brad, and Maddox appeared, Brad seeming like the perfect father figure, playing in the sand with Mad while keeping his hands off Angie. The visuals were consistent with their public utterances: “We’re just good friends.” When the pictures were published on April 29, the couple could fulminate about tabloid intrusion while presenting a platonic image, still able to keep everyone guessing about the exact nature of their relationship. Brad later complained to Diane Sawyer that he’d had no clue the pictures

Unfortunately, the “happy family” image went somewhat awry when security guards raced to their villa one evening thinking that a murder was taking place.

One startled guest was quoted as saying: “The noise sounded like a wounded animal, like something being killed.” It was, so it was claimed, Brad and Angie engaged in robust nocturnal activity, though even by Angie’s high standards of exhibitionism this seems a tad extreme, especially with her bodyguard and Maddox nearby.

Whatever the truth of this story, it was soon part of the soap opera their lives were rapidly becoming. It was on this vacation that the nickname “Brangelina” was born—out of wedlock and proper syntax, but alive and kicking. How long the infant would last was anyone’s guess.

Brad seemed to be in it for the long haul, and the couple was resolute in their message: “Trust us, the truth is what we say it is. Actions don’t speak louder than words.” In May he stayed with Angie and Maddox at her home in Buckinghamshire, where he joined her on outings to the local supermarket, took Maddox to school, and rode Angie’s new motorbike around the grounds. Her bodyguard even arranged for photographer Steve Butler to take some discreet pictures of Brad on the property

There was now no doubt in Jennifer’s mind, however, that she had been mistaken in believing her husband’s assurances that he had been intrigued by but had not dallied with Angie. The evidence of a happy family beach vacation, a possible adoption, domestic bliss in Buckinghamshire, and an endless sexy spread in W even prompted Madame Tussauds waxworks to place Angie and Brad next to each other.

The circumspect, forgiving Ms. Aniston finally had to accept the inevitable. What hurt most was not just the beach vacation, but stories that Brad and Angie were thinking of adopting a child.

She was way too late. By now Brad was known as “Dad” by one little boy, Maddox uttering that important word when they were playing cars on a hotel floor. It meant a lot to Angie, a sign that she was doing the right thing, Maddox once again both oracle and guide. “He just out of the blue called him Dad,” she recalled. “It was amazing. We both heard it and didn’t say anything and just looked at each other. And then we kind of let it go on, and then he just continued to do it and that was it. So that was probably the most defining moment, when he decided that we would all be a family.”

Morton makes a huge mistake in taking anything Angie says as truthful.

.................Now three months pregnant but still keeping the fact a secret, she made a curious admission to People magazine: “Most of the night I just thought about how quickly I want to adopt again,” she said. “It’s a very special thing. There’s something about making a choice, waking up and traveling somewhere and finding your family.”

It was as if she felt guilty that the baby she was carrying would take the place of a more deserving case. Yet the baby was planned, her mother suggesting that Angie’s first biological child should be a Gemini. “She’s really into astrology and thought it would be great to have a Gemini like me,”

Angie told friends. As ill as she was, Marche even suggested the child’s name, Shiloh, presumably forgetting to mention that the original idea was Jon Voight’s when they spotted a church bus in Georgia saying “Shiloh Baptist” during the making of Conrack

As for Angie, she gave the impression that she wanted a biological baby only out of her love for Brad. Although she seemed dismissive, even neglectful, of her pregnancy, it was a huge leap of faith for Angie: a sign that she was willing to defy the Bertrand family curse of cancer and premature death by bringing a potentially genetically damaged child into the world.

More than that, she was defying herself. For anorexics, pregnancy is dangerous, difficult, and emotionally challenging, with a high rate of postpartum depression. If anorexia is about control, then pregnancy confronts that mind-set head-on. Even if Angie’s anorexia was greatly improved, she nonetheless would have been reminded of her struggles with body image and feelings of revulsion. For many anorexics, adoption is the recommended path to becoming a mother.

............Angie and her family flew to Puna, India, where filming was soon to begin for A Mighty Heart. The obvious choice, Karachi, in Pakistan, where Daniel Pearl was kidnapped, was deemed too dangerous.

The behavior of their bodyguards did little to help the frenzied mood. As they soon realized, this was not Namibia, where strong-arm tactics went unchallenged. Mickey Brett and three colleagues were arrested after an altercation at a school where filming was taking place, the bodyguards accused of hurling racial and religious insults and making death threats to parents trying to pick up their children.

No further action was taken. Wearing his producer’s hat, and acutely aware of the $16 million Plan B Entertainment had sunk into the production, Brad called the incident “a horrible misunderstanding.” This was the worst kind of publicity for such a sensitive film. He and Angie, who donated $100,000 to the Daniel Pearl Foundation on what would have been the journalist’s forty-third birthday, October 10, were understandably disturbed. “I would never work with anyone [who] was derogatory to another man’s race,” said Angie, adding somewhat disingenuously, “I am of mixed race.”

On Saturday, January 27, 2007, however, Angie had hardly had time to unpack her bags when she received the call that she had secretly been dreading. Her mother had taken an unexpected turn and was fading fast. Further chemotherapy was out of the question. Angie and Brad quickly took the four-hour flight from New Orleans to Los Angeles, but they were too late.

As Angie said later, her mother passed away an hour after they landed. With John Trudell and her son, James, by her side in a private room at Cedars-Sinai, Marcheline finally succumbed to the ovarian cancer she had battled for seven and a half years.

Angie’s most powerful memory of arriving at the hospital was seeing Brad put his arms around her brother, James, when James broke down in tears. Over the next few hours, Brad gently questioned the siblings about their mom, lightening the somber mood by getting them to tell amusing stories about her.

“He was extraordinary,” recalled Angie. “It was certainly one of the worst days of my life and then it was one of the most beautiful . . . realizing this is how family takes care of family. It was another gift she gave us.”

Not quite. In one of her last sentences before she died, she whispered: “Don’t let Jon in here.” There was no forgiveness for her ex-husband even as she breathed her last.

For Angie, grieving over the loss of “her best friend,” the only consolation was that Marcheline was now out of the pain she had endured for so long. In the weeks following her mother’s death, Angie physically wasted away; as a onetime anorexic, not eating gave her control over her wayward emotions.

Her brother spoke publicly about his fears for her well-being, saying that her profound sense of bereavement was affecting her health. Her work for the United Nations was also draining her physical resources. When the actress returned home from visits to refugee camps, she found it hard to eat out in expensive restaurants, knowing how little so many had to live on. Her brother, who accompanied her to several refugee camps, was also deeply affected. James, too, found it difficult to reconcile his life of plenty in a world of want.

Angie was repeating her mother’s cycle in other ways. Just as Marcheline broke Elke Bertrand’s heart by stopping her from seeing her step-grandchildren, so the pattern was renewed with Angie and her father. The famous Bertrand freeze had certainly found a home with Angie.

If Pax would have been confused by the behavior of his new mother, he would have been equally alarmed by the family she came from. This was clearly a family at war. In the same week as the announcement of her extensive filming schedule, his uncle, James Haven, whom he had yet to meet, launched a ferocious public attack on the grandfather Pax was not allowed to meet.

In an interview with British journalist Sharon Feinstein, James described Jon Voight as a “manipulative,” abusive, and stingy father who left him with “horrible memories,” especially about the way he treated his mother. Not only was Voight never around during his childhood, but he deliberately kept Marcheline short of money. This was not a one-off rant. James later told Marie Claire magazine: “I don’t want to constantly berate my father but he put my mom through years of mental abuse and made me care especially for abandoned women and children. That is my religion—helping widows and orphans.”

While the cozy image of domestic disharmony added to the gaiety of nations, there were more troubling whispers. Angie, clearly painfully thin and very pale, was spending much of her time holed up in her suite at the Waldorf-Astoria in Manhattan, seemingly ignoring Brad and her children. She had done the same before when filming A Mighty Heart, leaving the kids with Brad and their platoon of nannies while staying in a hotel in Beverly Hills.

At that time she explained that in order to perfect Mariane Pearl’s French accent and inhabit her new character, she needed time away from her madding crowd of kids. It was reminiscent of her mother’s desire for “me time,” leaving James and Angie in the company of nannies while she read self-help books, reviewed her astrological chart, and wrote poetry.

There were times Brad became the punching bag for her frustrations, Angie picking fault with the way he was handling the children as a way of venting her own tired anger. In their flashpoint arguments she would hurl insults at him and dare him to leave the family. For his part he found this rapid escalation of their fights to be frustrating and irritating. Whether she meant what she said or not, Brad made it clear that he was in it for the long haul. He wasn’t going anywhere soon

"When the actress returned home from visits to refugee camps, she found it hard to eat out in expensive restaurants, knowing how little so many had to live on."

Funny, she never seemed to have a problem living in mansions on estates, or wearing expensive clothes and jewelry. Do refugees get a lifetime supply of Miraval wine and Louis Vuitton bags?

What a load of horseshit.

In the fall of 2009, whether consciously or not, she set herself a test, signing on for a romantic thriller, The Tourist, directed by Oscar winner Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck. The plot revolves around an “extraordinary woman,” Elise, played by Angie, who deliberately crosses the path of an American tourist visiting Venice to mend a broken heart. The tourist, played by Johnny Depp, pursues their romance, which culminates with the couple making passionate love in the shower. it was also a long-cherished ambition of Angie’s to work with her teen idol.

Those who have known Angie for years anticipated trouble. Johnny Depp, notes a family friend, is very much her type: wild, artistic, and intriguing. In her mind he falls somewhere between Billy Bob and Brad Pitt...Johnny was engaged at one time to Winona Ryder and to Kate Moss—which may help explain Angie’s antipathy toward both women—but now living with French singer and fashion muse Vanessa Paradis, with whom he has two children. People who know Angie well believe that in days gone by she would have made a play for Depp. For her to live out her fantasy on film rather than in real life might be the resolution of this emotional conundrum

“Angie is a free spirit; you cannot tame her,” says a friend. “If she could get something going with Depp, she would leave Brad. She has always had a crush on him, always admired his quirky roles and his looks.”

....Angie telling Germany’s Das Neue magazine in December that she did not consider fidelity “absolutely essential” in a relationship. “It’s worse to leave your partner and talk badly about him afterwards. Neither Brad nor I have ever claimed that living together means to be chained together. We make sure that we never restrict each other.”

Angie seemed to be sending out a signal, her semaphore interpreted by the media as indicating storms ahead. Those storms were not long in coming. Hotel worker Anna Kowalski, who worked on Angie’s floor at the Waldorf-Astoria, accused the actress of cheating on Brad with one of her dialect coaches. She saidthat after a late-night visit from the coach she found Angie’s hotel room littered with sex toys, a black rubber sheet, and empty vodka bottles.

While the film’s chief dialect coach, Howard Samuelsohn, dismissed the claim as “bullshit,” Kowalski further claimed that Angie and Brad rarely interacted when they were in the suite together. “I didn’t see any kind of connection between Pitt and Jolie,” said the maid, who had been fired by the hotel.

While the tittle-tattle of a hotel worker was one thing, the front-page story in the News of the World on January 24, 2010, claiming that the couple had seen divorce lawyers and had signed a £205 ($320) million deal to split their assets and share custody of their six children was quite another. The story, which detailed the couple’s initial visit to the lawyer’s office in December and their subsequent agreement, which was signed in January, set off a furious spin cycle of speculation

This woman is a selfish and controlling cunt. Has *anyone* ever said no to this bitch in her whole life??

It sounds like everyone has bended over backwards for and grovelled to her just to be in her presence since she was a teenager--which is majorly fucked up because she's already naturally so self absorbed.

Even her own father has to kiss her ass 24/7 just be allowed a few moments in her presence (and it's been that way since she was a teen apparently).

What a nightmare. This kind of sycophantic behavior from all of those around her only reinforces any narcissistic tendencies she already has and makes it worse for everyone in her "orbit".

And she does really only seem to care about herself.

What are those kids to her then? And why did she have so many? (She's clearly not a loving, giving person who puts other humans first).

I wonder what the level of manipulation is between her and the kids? So many stories here of her emotionally manipulating and hurting the people close to her--even the people she supposedly "cares" about.

Interesting too that this book says that Jolie's favorite childhood character was Peter Pan and this is the exact same story that Jolie claimed is also Shiloh's "favorite", and the reason why she allegedly wanted to be called by one of the main characters in it: John.

(Angie also happened to he passionate about playing the rock guitar at 12, and Shiloh just happens to want to play the guitar now at 11).

The book excerpts above also go into how Jolie allegedly "hated" her own body with a passion and mostly cut her "female areas" or "areas of female sexuality": her breasts and deep inner thighs--again and again . (She also had/has long term problems with anorexia).

Clearly this woman (who has had no regular personal counseling and taken no parenting classes) is the *perfect* person to raise healthy, independent daughters who view their female bodies in a healthy, positive way🙄

R26 - Michael Landon's gay son. He wrote the Shia LaBeouf movie Disturbia.

Thanks for posting the entire fucking book, OP. Now nobody here will have to buy it.

R116 Spot on!

How could Brad live with this woman for 11 years??

What do you think that giant cross tattoo on her stomach is covering and what do you suppose it looks like now?

Rumor has it that since Pitt got sick of her shit, Maddox has gone back to sharing her bed.

Of course he's not a tiny innocent little baby any more, he's a biologically adult male...

God, something has gone seriously wrong with my life that I've read this whole thread about this person.

I believe this book. She seems like a complete nigjtmare. How did Brad get mixed up with this nut? And no way is she sane enough to raise those children.

I bet Voigjt was one of the unnamed sources.

Thanks OP, That was interesting read

Yes I am a loser and read that whole thing on my lunch hour.

This really reaffirms my dim view of human nature. If Jolie looked like Melissa McCarthy, her crazy would have been labeled crazy. Instead, somehow she's regarded as this irresistible goddess of a woman regardless of her total narcissism and emotional instability. It's ALL about her looks, folks.

If you want to know what actually motivates humans to do most of what they do, the Angelina Jolie story is the allegory you need to understand.

IMO, any man who decided to step into her parlor got exactly what he deserved.

You will be glad to note, R125, that she's well into the process of losing her looks.

And nothing kills sex appeal more thoroughly than six kids, except maybe ten kids.

So based on this book what's the formal diagnosis, kids? Bipolar? Borderline? Narcissism? All three? Something else?! I'm dying to know.

Also, I know there were always rumors dogging her about her heavy H use, so no surprise there. But how does she get away with it? I don't understand- it's not like she's just some 'edgy' young single actress anymore- she's a mother of many children and she holds herself up now as a global ambassador and model of good behavior.

Is she doing it all while on smack and everyone in her life just turns a blind eye or is complicit because they want to believe in her 'Mother Theresa' construct?

I mean, I see that her adoption of Maddox was somewhat shady, what with the financial 'gift' and all, but what about the other adopted kids? She wasn't put through a serious vetting process for *any* of them? She just bribed officials and they happily handed off these children, despite the glazed look in her eyes?

I mean, it's definitely been established that Zahara's mother was very much alive when Jolie adopted her. Not dead of AIDS like she was told...or claimed.

I know a lot of this 'book' is just speculation and conjecture on Morton's part but if even 1/3rd of it turns out to be true, girl is BATSHIT.

R127

Angelina Jolie Caught On Tape In Sleezy Drug Den!

Angelina Jolie- Drugs at 1999

She is incredibly boring and her suffering/ rebellion is garden variety predictable.

"So based on this book what's the formal diagnosis, kids? Bipolar? Borderline? Narcissism? "

The tales of her youth sound like classic Borderline Personality Disorder, but Hollywood does encourage its big stars to behave like people with Narcissistic Personality Disorder - so much so that I wonder if the DSM should have a category of "Induced Narcissism" for these people. So I don't know what to call her now, "Borderline with Narcissistic Aspects"? Plain old "Cluster B Personality Disorder"?

I don't think she's bipolar. Her crazy seems to be consistent in the short and medium term, slowly morphing as she passes into different life stages.

I"m surprised at all the diagnoses of BPD. She doesn't sound like someone with BPD to me (although I've only known a few really well)

MORE! Are those all the good Jolie stories in the book, OP?

Does the book say why Jolie and Timothy Hutton eventually broke things off for good? (Did she call him Conrad in bed or say that Buck would *never* not want to engage in S&M?)

Does it say how involved she is with the kids (day to day) or why she was globetrotting around the world with her million kids (instead of staying put in L.A.) when her "beloved"/"perfect" mom was dying of cancer at Cedars?

Did the book share accounts of any more trouble in Brad and Angie's relationship?

(Was the bitch trying to sneak male hormones into Shiloh's baby food?)

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At the start of the filming of "Mr. and Mrs. Smith," before Angelina and Brad had hooked up during filming, Angelina often had Maddox with her. Knowing Brad had expressed a desire to have children one day, Angelina would encourage Maddox to visit with Brad and show Brad his newest toy. Angelina noticed Brad took a particular interest in Maddox's toys, being his own kid-at-heart; from then on Angelina ALWAYS made certain Maddox had a new toy.

Nobody buys the "one day Maddox out of the blue called Brad dad" bullshit story, right? 4/5 year olds don't just do that.

No, [R139], I don't think anyone (with a brain) buys that story.

The most interesting thing about this book is how it (gently) points out the many lies and bullshit Jolie has fed the press since her rise to fame (she almost cut her jugular vein as a 14 year old during sex, but her mom didn't notice, she never slept with Billy Bob during "Pushing Tin", her dad was never around when she was a kid, etc.)

Jolie seems to have a huge problem with lying.

I also recall her dressing newborn Shiloh in infant boys clothes (that had been special ordered from a store on Melrose in Los Angeles) for her record setting million dollar People Magazine cover (and dressing her as a boy several times more times as an infant and toddler).

Jolie--in one of her first interviews about Shiloh after giving birth--also said (almost resentfully--which was bizarre) that Shiloh was "too privileged" when she was born and that this bothered her (Jolie).

She also seemed to lack a basic emotional connection with the newborn (even referring to her as "a blob") while Brad seemed in love.

I have no doubt that Jolie coached Shiloh over the years to dress and act the way she does now (something that has also served to obscure the child's natural beauty since she was only 2 1/2; remember, Jolie has major jealousy issues with other females) just as she coached Maddox to call Brad "Daddy" out of the blue (and to keep calling him that "forever after" as the book says).

I think that she exerts major psychological influence over all of those kids just as her mother expertly did with her and her brother.

No way she wasn't banging some of her bodyguards while with Pitt...

Brad never made her smile like this....

Just like Shiloh as a toddler just happened to ask Jolie for a "dead pet" out of the blue?🙄

Amazing that Jolie was a "tomboy" who hated dolls and was obsessed with dead things, and Shiloh is too!

She picked this outfit herself too I'm sure

This pic of her always makes me laugh

Does she also have stories about her enormous chin implant?

Shiloh seems to be used a lot to make public "statements"

There's slim hope that Shilo will grow into an independent young woman, with a healthy, independent thought process. Brad is a dimwit and Angelina is a nut case, so Shilo's DNA, in this regard, is messed up. (Brad is a "dumb blond," whose mind is officially baked, and Angelina has deliberately isolated those kids, preventing them from developing normal social skills and independent thought function.)

Agree, [R149].

She's repeating the pattern of her mother and father.

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Angie pre and post nose job

Thanx OP! Love 'em, hate 'em, but always entertaining!

OP, where did you go?!? Don't make us go crazy and check ourselves into the mental ward at UCLA med center because we think we killed you!😱

Remember this, bitches?

And this?

And this...

Brad and I naked together in "By the Sea"; about the downfall of a marriage. The guy is all at fault in it of course...

There was definitely a time when her weight and body looked "healthier" than it does now (or has looked for years)....

I have no idea what's going on here. Was this from a film set (where this scene was never shown) and this was leaked by crew people?

Looks fading a bit recently

You can never be too rich or too...

Lending a hand...

Looking rough during this recent trip to Athens for the migrants...

Does the book cover her (alleged) hatred of Pitt's parents (especially his mom) and how she only trotted them out for happy photo ops when she was getting bad publicity about something (or when it came out to the press that she was refusing to spend any holidays with his family in MO--which was also true)?

This needs to be the next HBO limited series ( no one says miniseries anymore, right?) Good stuff, OP.

She sounds like an exhausting cunt who is still rebelling against a father. I think her mother really did a number on her and her mom sounds like an insane bitch too. She also has deep issues with other women and sees most as competition, which is a sign of deep insecurity.

As far as looks, she had a certain exotic look when young but she never had that great a body. Too thin and lanky and, she looks like absolute shit lately. The years of drugging are catching up.

Her only female friend is Mindy Cohen. Facts of Life's Natalie.

Cohen is actually Pitt's close friend r169, from his early fame days they go back many years. Angelina became pals with her too eventually, a rare instance of a female in Pitt's life who made the conversion to his "Brange" years. Most others fell by the wayside.

re Shiloh and her clothing: some will recall the stories of Brad's mom at loggerheads with AJ, since Grandma Pitt went out and bought several girl-y outfits and accessories for the child after she was born only to have Angelina curtly hand them back as they were too "frilly" and feminine for her taste. She liked Shiloh in black or unisex outfits - her right as mother of course, to dress her child as she wished - but still caused friction.

Makes me wonder if her own hatred for her girl parts plays a part in Shiloh's transgenderism. Mommy encouraging it?

R156, she definitely upgraded her tits when she had the fake ones done.

R162, her nose never looked natural to me. You can see the weird shape of it in that photo.

her nose JOB ^^^

Did she have multiple nose jobs over the years? (An initial one early on and then some "tweaks" over the years?)

It looks almost Michael Jackson-level thin in the pic at [R162] (and in recent years). I don't recall it looking that odd and thin years ago...

I think that Jolie is extremely psychologically controlling like her mother. She is also known to have way more issues with females than have been covered in this book (though they covered a lot).

Lots of stories from sets over the years of Jolie being "wonderful" to work with if you're a guy on a film crew (from the top level to the "lowliest" crew members), again, *if* you're a male.

She apparently will completely ignore and not verbally respond to female crew members that need to interact with her on sets. She'll also give them an icy stare--if she looks at them at all.

She laughs with the male crew members though, and is easygoing and "normal" with them, but overtly lets female crew members know they are unwelcome (regardless of their level of beauty).

She has major issues with women and this is the main reason she has never had long term female friends. Her behavior and attitude towards other women is not healthy.

(And the childhood/teenage stories of her extreme hatred towards and uncomfortably with her own female body parts is quite disturbing as well)

So fake with Pitt's mom for the paps...

They're going have to start making decisions about hormone treatments for Shiloh. She just turned 11 and, unless she's on puberty blockers, she's going to be sprouting boobs in a few months

Hopefully Jolie leaves her alone and teaches her to love her body/to have a body positive image (though, with Jolie as her mom, that's sadly unlikely for Shiloh). She started to dress Shiloh as a boy so young...

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Are her tits at r159 the fake ones? They sure look fake.

They do look fake there, [R182], as opposed to how they looked (natural) in "Gia".

I guess she already had the boob job at that point?

Shiloh dressed as a boy at birth

Shiloh dressed in a shirt that says "George" right after her bio siblings were born

With masculine looking/dressed doll

Montenegro style. Lulz.

What the fuck is going on in this photo?

Remember: she made it *without* her dad's name! No one in the industry knew who she was....

Weirdly she has no problem dressing her other daughters in very feminine clothes. The youngest girl, one of the twins, is very girly and was always photographed carrying baby dolls, etc.

Mom definitely gives off the controlling vibe that the book describes...

The photo at r189 shows how much facial work she's had done: nose job, cheek lip, and a definite chin implant. All subtle and very well-done but noticeable when you compare to older photos.

Two things: I think even Jolie is shrewd enough to realize that the public would catch on if she started doing that with *both* bio daughters. Also: I think she could tell that the second daughter was not as naturally attractive as the first daughter= less of a threat to Jolie.

r191 her mother was naturally very beautiful in her younger years. No plastic surgery either.

I'm struck by how much her mom when younger resembles Marion Cotillard. Odd considering the rumors about her relations with Pitt and how much Jolie allegedly dislikes her.

You just know she went there...

Oh yeah...

With Hutton (pre-nose job?)

Even though there were rumors she never hit that r196. They got very friendly on set but nothing more. Look at how sweaty and awful he is in those pics - she'd just adopted Maddox and was dead set on not having anyone heavy into drugs or drink near him or herself, at that point in time. Farrell was out of control and at his peak of using around that time, including heavy H use and smoking crack in clubs if you believe it.

Definitely had facial reconstruction; doesn't even look like the same face shape here

I say, "Oh, yeah," to two of the four and Angie. What say ye?

I think she banged all but George. Allegedly the two have never gotten along (and she told Pitt to not go to George's Italian wedding).

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This one, Angie and Olivier, is a definite, "YES"!

She and Olivier Martinez filmed "Taking Lives" in Quebec with Ethan Hawke in 2003, a year after she'd adopted Maddox. Olivier was in a new relationship with DL icon Kylie Minogue at the time.

Apparently, Olivier, Angie, and Maddox were becoming quite close off set (Angie wanted to play house), while Kylie was touring in Europe. This news made its way back to Kylie, and Kylie immediately flew to the filming location and verbally kicked both their assess. Olivier and Kylie remained together until 2007.

She actually looks cute there, R204.

For some reason, she grosses me out now. It's mostly her weird, underfed body.

Jolie's mom Marcheline with her longtime live in boyfriend Bill Day (an early selfie?).

Anyway, he lived with Jolie and her brother from when Jolie was 4 years old to when she was 16 (when her mom allegedly broke up with him for cheating).

Jolie had a lot of emotional issues and was very sexual and aggressive at a very early age.

Anyone know what the relationship between Jolie and the mom's live in lover was like (from 4-16; that's 12 years in her life)?

Any chance he was creepy with her?

This was supposed to be published in the Morton biography on Jolie (but apparently wasn't):

"Angelina Jolie slept with her mother's live-in boyfriend when she was just 16, according to claims in an explosive unauthorised biography by Andrew Morton.

The 34-year-old actress allegedly confessed the illicit affair to Marcheline Bertrand, causing irreparable damage to their relationship. 'Marcheline had a live-in boyfriend whom she was very much in love with, but Angie slept with him when she was 16 and barely out of school,' a source told Now magazine.

'Her mother found out and ended her relationship with the man.'

What the mom's live in bf Bill looks like today...

It's odd how Jolie lived with the guy most of her childhood and life with her mom (12 years total) and yet has never referenced him or having a "stepfather" at all...

It's interesting the way R116 only cares about the psycho mom's affect on the female children.

I guess the male children should just go stay in the Brother Sun "camp" out of the way.

Lol, [R210]. I think it's because Jolie seems to favor men and act naturally "nicer" to them--even maintaining some kind of long term relationships with several men (unlike with females).

You're right though, I'm sure the boys will feel the affects of her crazy in their own special way.

Could Jolie's mom have messed with her? Mothers molesting kids is rare but not unheard of. I'm sure someone did get to her young, the cutting and BPD symptoms go with it. Jolie did refer to her as 'my girlfriend.'

With joint legal custody (unless she gets back together with Brad) will she be allowed to travel with the kids from country to country at the same furious rate she used to when she was part of "Brangelina"?

(Or will she have to actually put down roots somewhere now--like L.A. or NY?)

Interesting, [R212]. It's definitely not a subject that is often discussed.

With the level of mental illness and family dysfunction present with the mom (and the fact that she openly resented the fact that her daughter "looked just like Jon Voight" and barely (or never?) held her daughter for the first 1-2 years after her birth, I wouldn't automatically put any other type of dysfunction past the mom at this point.

There have even been some very suspect photos of fucked up Lindsay Lohan and her mom circulating around the Internet for years...

(That quote above from the mom about 2 1/2 year old Angelina was really odd).

R211

Eventually when she's all hagged out. She'll end up trying to seduce Maddox.

"Ruh-roh!"

Look may be right around the corner:

The Oedipus Complex

Sigmund Freud used the name "the Oedipus complex" to explain the origin of certain neuroses in childhood. It is defined as a male child's unconscious desire for the exclusive love of his mother. This desire includes jealousy towards the father and the unconscious wish for that parent's demise, as well as the unconscious desire for relations with their own mother . . .

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Allegedly he refuses to see Pitt for some reason...

It's interesting that Maddox has also essentially kept the same style that Jolie gave him as a baby/toddler

More mohawks..

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God, that story about her mom wanting to move to Connecticut to be Keith Richards neighbor so she could "bump into him" while walking her dogs (named Keith and Mick) made me cringe. What a pathetic sad sack. Worse than some crazed stalker fan. And she tries to pimp her own daughter to the ancient, sleazy Mick Jagger because he was "her idol". Gross.

Both Angelina and her brother are spoiled, narcissistic losers. Middle aged and still acting like rebellious teenagers, vilifying their father for slights they should have long gotten over by now. No one is perfect. It's not like he raped and tortured them. Also, James blaming Voight for his lack of a career is tiresome, immature and delusional. Further, Voight's relationship with their fucked up mother is none of their business. The emotionally needy mother dragged them into it and made HER issues theirs. Did that crazy hag ever even work? Sounds like her entire adult life all she ever did was harangue Voight for money, using the kids as bait.

BTW-- the crazed, outsized anger and resentment for a parent who seems to have truly loved their kids and tried to do their best is typical of serious drug addicts. They can never take responsibility for their own actions and often blame (and emotionally torture) those closest to them. I've seen it first hand many times. Its tragic.

Can't wait for the tell-all one of those poor kids will write one day when they finally break free. It'll be explosive.

Totally agree with you, [R222].

I wonder if this book mentioned the incredibly vindictive (against Jon Voight--again!) will that Jolie's mother left and updated just before her death (and which was made public in the press immediately afterwards).

Did anyone here read the actual document?The woman was a nutter--even taking her seething hatred of her children's father to the grave! That's hardcore! Definitely something wrong there mentally.

And, no, there is no evidence that Jolie's mother ever worked again after marrying and divorcing Jon Voight.

He was her lifelong meal ticket and she treated him like shit and turned the kids against him for good measure.

He was paying for shit for her until she died (she chose not to marry any of her 3 subsequent live in lovers so this could continue). She bled him dry and then trashed him in her will.

⬆️ Was Angie's mom just a gold digger then? She's an "aspiring" actress who marries a wealthy Oscar winning celebrity and never works another day on her life; seems suspect.

[Quote] There have even been some very suspect photos of fucked up Lindsay Lohan and her mom circulating around the Internet for years...

You can say that again.

OMG, [R225]. Just when I stop feeling sorry for Lindsay (in any capacity), I see that.

I honestly don't know what else to say. So. fucked. up.

R226 That's prob not even the most disturbing thing she's done.

But her mom, [R227]? What a wicked woman that mother is; I don't even want to think about what *else* has probably gone on in that family 😱

"I know she's a bitch (and I dislike her as well), but I think Brad would have been better off over all with Gwyneth. "

Oh sure, she would have given him perfect blonde children and sent them to the best schools, and given him a life of upscale vapidity and twee materialism, and he'd be screwing the help not just to get some passion in his life, but because he had more in common with them than his wife.

But that's the funny thing about following your heart, or your genitals - they hardly ever lead you to someone who'll actually make you happy. And as Ang is probably going to spend the rest of her life trying to make him miserable because he dumped her, he's done even worse than most.

R228 I feel sorry for the brother.

Lindsay's brother, [R230]? You think the mom went sexual predator on him too?😱 Poor Cody Lohan...

(I thought she had 2 brothers though?)

R231 Well i was judging by the look on his face in the picture.

Oh, shit, [R232]! I didn't know there was anything more to the image (than what the preview showed) and just now clicked on it after reading your post.

Man!! The poor little brother had to sit there and watch that shit?!? Awful; just awful. And he looks *so* depressed (of course). He needs to get away from that family forever...

I believe AJ was molested by her mother's bf and possibly both of them. The mother's oddly inappropriate statements saying she was "sexy" and "cunning" when still too young to even be sexual, her aggressive sexuality all point to some sexual abuse. I also think AJ groomed Maddox to be a lover, of sorts, and that's why there was tension between him and Brad. Sexual rivals even if she's not actually screwing Maddox. I can see her manipulating him sexually to do things she wants. Remember Sante Kimes and her relationship with her son?

I can also see her viewing her daughters as sexual rivals.

Who's crazier? Jolie, with her lies and laughable PR bullshit, or the armchair psychologists in this thread who believe they have any insight into the private lives of these people?

Jolie for sure. Other than that, lighten up. This is a gossip board.

Poor little rich kids.

her house:

"Darling, you seem depressed. Why dont you enrollin Lee Strasberg's acting school? And let me take you on auditions and modeling cattle calls."

My house

"Get outta bed! The restaurant down the street is hiring. If you want anything -- new clothes, a stereo, money to go out with your friends -- you better get to work or you'll be broke. Why do you think i got you your workng papers? So you could get a job at 1 4! Now move it."

I haven't seen any wild speculation here, R235. And that's saying something for DL. Any normal person can easily diagnose this nutter from outer space. She's so text book it's laughable.

There book needs to be made into a movie. It has everything:

--crazy, jealous "woman scorned" gold digging stage mother

--severely disturbed Hollywood kid who is a cutter and a drug addict, but becomes an A-list movie star in spite of it

--whiny gay brother who can't find gainful employment in spite of above average intelligence, good looks and connections to die for.

--marriage to several men, one of them "sexiest man alive"

--father who goes rogue trying to "save" his adult daughter

--adoption of a child army of refugees through suspicious human trafficking and bribes

--bio daughter who will very likely end up trans due to being rejected for her femininity and "privilege" from the day she was born

--possible incest with various family members (father, mother, step father, brother and adopted kids)

--suicide attempts

--volatile divorces

--Mick Jagger

R239 LOL

There is no evidence her brother gay why is this continually repeated as fact on DL

Read the thread R241. According to the book excerpts, Angie says so herself.

As Angie's mother seems to have devoted her adult life to making her ex-husband's life a misery and turning the children against him, Ang is a good bet to do the same. And with her fading looks and lack of success as a director, she'll probably have nothing better to do for the next few decades.

Not that I think much of Pitt as a person or a parent, he's allowed the kids to be kept out of school after all... but he does seem to be more or less sane. If he has any sense, which is far from certain, he'll use his reportedly massive fortune to keep the custody fight going and bribe her to get as much custodial time as he can get. She's batshit crazy and shouldn't be trusted to raise kids.

So true, [R243].

I love you, [R239]!😂

(Hilarious how Mick Jagger somehow got involved in all Jolie/Voight family chaos).

classic DL at r239.

My take on Pitt is that he fucked up something awful, Jolie has the goods on him and that's why he's had his joint custody delayed, had to go to counseling all this time and has had his visits shortened. Beyond the obvious over-drinking and possibly substance abuse (common in Hollywood) I'm wondering if he knocked someone up and is trying to hide it. Otherwise I believe he would have done what r243 said: use his massive money and power to get his fair partial custody and keep things with Jolie in line. She has just as much to lose as him, publicly.

I think Jolie is an incest survivor.

I think it's very possible, [R246].

The amount of emotional/mental issues she has (as laid out in the book and other anecdotes/stories over the years--and has had since a very young age--is mind boggling. (It's not as if she was raised in a crack den, with a poor prostitute for a mother--so on the face of things, you wouldn't expect her to be so fucked up).

I think a lot of dark, messed up things were going on in her chaotic home as a child. Her very early sexual aggression and long term violence against her body would seem to speak to some sort of early sexual abuse.

It's interesting to me that--like Jolie is doing with her kids now--Jolie and her brother seemed very purposefully isolated by their mother (no real friends, no close extended family, a revolving door of nannies, not allowed to form a close emotional bond or share things/have any emotional trust with their father).

It seems to me that if they were being abused or violated at home, not only would they not have anyone trustworthy to share this with, but they were so isolated socially that they may not have even known that anything "wrong" was happening to them or that their home life was different from anyone else's.

Did Jolie ever hit this? Brad Pitt's good friend/director David Fincher (supposedly their mutual friend, as Fincher has also known Jolie for a while and directed her in a YM magazine commercial in (I think) 1993)

The commercial Fincher directed a young Jolie in...

(Some sites say it was actually 1988 when Jolie was 16? I can't find the right date on this. Anyway, it's old)

What about her any Sony boss Amy Pascal? From this....

To this...

Young Shiloh dressed in a Rolling Stones shirt

Shiloh clutching at pink blanket while dressed as a boy..

Jolie looks pretty unhappy in almost all of her baby/childhood pics

Again...

And again...

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More..

With brother--looking unhappy

Wait..so they did the kissing shit more than once?!?

Who cares about this stupid bint? Just be glad we don't have to see or hear about her anymore

Yeah, they definitely posed this way on purpose...

Why Brad allow crazy Angie to dress baby Shiloh as a boy?

R262 Pair of freaks

She is frighteningly fucked up.

They were beautiful children with absent parents. Maybe some freak got a hold of them and made them do kiddie porn together. That would explain her hyper sexuality as well as their closeness from shared trauma. Hollywood is a sick place where unspeakable things happen to kids every day. Dad was not around and mom was emotionally and mentally checked out.

Yeah, this actually seemed to happen a lot.

The photos weren't "one frame from an awards show, shockingly taken out of context" as she and her PR people later claimed in statements.

I can't even...

More not normal...

Closed eyes again...

Nothing to see here.

Are there any pics of her kissing Brad like that?

What R235 said. Christ.

AJ was a beautiful teen in R249's YM commercial. She didn't need cosmetic surgery.

This is a comment from a message board about Jolie and her brother

Allegedly there were longstanding rumors that Jolie and her brother's "physical affection" for each other was *worse* at the afterparties that the public didn't see. I don't know if it's true, but it's disturbing if it is...

"There are twowhole chapters dedicated to this subject in Ian Halperin's book, "The Untold Story".

Here is a quote about the post-Oscar reaction:

"The controversy and speculation probably would have died down very quickly were it not for a number of new details emerging about the siblings relationship.

First, the New York Observer published details of the post-Oscars Vanity Fair party where brother and sister partied together into the night.

Frank DiGiacomo noted the 'double takes' party goers cast at Jolie and Haven, "whose cuddling appeared to surpass sibling affection.

One party goer told the Observer that even their father Jon, who was at the party seemed a little unnerved by their closeness."

Here is a quote about how TPTB felt in the wake of the furor:

"Jolie's management was nervous. The decision was quietly made to keep as much distance between Jolie and her brother as possible, a decision that the pair reluctantly went along with.

They were never to be photographed together in public, but it is also clear that Haven was expected to distance himself from his sister completely, publicly as well as privately. Jolie would later claim that he had decided on that course of action himself."

[R273], agree that she didn't need any plastic surgery. She was always naturally beautiful.

This is a gossip board (with a thread about a gossipy book about Jolie's childhood and personal life), so people are going to speculate.

I don't think the people gossiping about Jolie and her well documented antics are crazier than Jolie herself. We're just talking/speculating about her (a public figure); she's the one making out with her brother and endlessly bashing her father in publications.

Ummm....more (about her and her brother) from that other Jolie book, with a quote from famed photographer Gilles Bensimon:

"Soon news leaked that Elle magazine had done a recent photo shoot - weeks before the Oscars - where Jolie had shown up accompanied by her brother.

The New York Observer reported that, during the shoot, the brother and sister had repeatedly kissed in front of the photographer and crew, posing in "their favourite scandalous pose without even being asked".

Photographer Gilles Bensimon told the paper that when the two first exchanged a kiss on the lips, he discreetly refrained from snapping a shot. "We don't try to use the picture in a tabloid way," he said. "But the third time they were kissing, I take the picture."

Other photos from the shoot showed Haven standing with Jolie like her lover, with his hands on his sister's hips with the top of her dress open to expose a good portion of her breasts."

She is/was fucking her brother? I guess it makes sense. They had a mother who was a whack-a-doo, that isolated them from their father. Probably painted him out to be a villain. James and Angie relied on one another a little too much. I guess they view it as normal.

Interesting that right before she hooked up with Billy Bob and turned the public's attention to their red carpet antics and vials of blood, her career (and public image) was--according to the Halperin book--in dire trouble because of the brother rumors:

"As the media continued to specualate and as the buzz lit up the net, the world appeared to let out a collective "Ick!".

Jolie's promising career seemed to be under threat at a time when it should have been soaring to new heights.

"Her Q rating was in free fall" said a publicist who followed the controversy.."

And: "This strategy wasn't entirely effective, judging by the fact that the more the siblings denied it, the more reporters brought it up. The New York Observer even coined a new term to describe Jolie; "In*** chic."

Also: "In the end, however, it was irrelevant whether Jolie and her brother had ever slept together.

The public perception of their possible i***** was doing incalculable damage to her career and something had to be done before it was too late."

The Gilles Bensimon quote is probably the most interesting thing there, because he's a very respected photographer and not prone to try to get attention through tabloid style quotes and interviews about the celebrities he works with.

Brad Pitt was an asshole to purposely put children into that situation/family. He could have knocked up *anyone*...

I take a lot of the book with a grain of salt. It's clear that Voight or his people gave a version of events that paints him as an innocent victim. Given the number of times he's said things about his daughter in public, I don't buy it.

That said, the brother/sister incest seems entirely possible. It's the most common type of incest, it's just that no one ever does much about it, since it doesn't fall into the same sort of abuse category as stepfather/daughter incest and stuff.

Seems like she has *major* abandonment issues. Not an accident that Pitt looks like Voight and is an even bigger star than dear old daddums. She then breaks up the marriage and recreates her childhood situation like any good untreated nutjob.

I think Pitt got major substance abuse issues. If Jolie has BPD (and a lot of this would point to that), she'd be very good at mirroring him--incredibly seductive and appearing like his perfect woman.

Best thing for Shiloh would be to go live with dad, since she is a bit of a target from the sounds of it.

For those of you who think that Jolie is behind/putting the tomboy persona on Shiloh. Do you think it's possible that she saw/sees Shiloh as competition for Brad's attention after she was born? From the sounds of what posters have written in regards to Jolie not liking women, seeing them as competition, and her own troubled relationship with her mother. It'd make 'sense' for her to eliminate Shiloh as ever being competition and dressing her up as a boy since she was a newborn. What I don't understand is why she hasn't recreated the pattern with her other younger biologically daughter.

Jolie seemed concerned about Brad's attention/love going to Shiloh since the beginning....

R249, if that was 1988, she would have been 13. But we're supposed to believe she was this punk freak outcast who just happened to be voted best looking (or something like that) in school and who really wanted to be a funeral director and just happened to become a teenage model then actress.

Yeah, OK. Reminds me of some comment she made a few years back about how she thought if she ever got married again it would be to some UN aid worker. Yeah, but she just happened to hook up with Brad fucking Pitt instead. And how she was oh so deep dark and disturbed, cutting herself and using all kinds of drugs, until she decided she wanted to be a mom and *poof* all that went away, without therapy or rehab and she's been all good ever since.

She has often looked disconnected when with her

Angie didn't seem too happy after she was born

Wonder how she's treated at home

More just born mother/daughter pics

With Pitt on the "Benjamin Button" set

Never looked happy with her like she did with Maddox

Happy

Shiloh is a super cute kid.

[quote] Why Brad allow crazy Angie to dress baby Shiloh as a boy?

She dressed her that way from birth. When she had the twins she put that daughter in a dress, but she dressed Shiloh as a boy from the minute she was born

[R282], I think there's a few reasons Jolie is different with the other daughter.

I think that Jolie projects different images onto different kids. Just like Maddox has had a Mohawk and a "punk" look since he was a baby, I think when Jolie found out her first bio child would be a girl, all of her anti-female/competition issues kicked in (as well as her fear of her partner emotionally abandoning her with this birth).

They named her Shiloh Nouvelle (a unisex name--also following Jolie's mother's pattern of giving all her children an "alternate last name" middle name) and Jolie dressed her in boys clothes at birth for People magazine and said she was "too privileged at birth", etc.

Even when wearing "feminine" outfits those first two years, Shiloh would be put in black boy's Nike shoes or black skull and crossbones patterned shoes to go with a white dress; she was hardly ever dressed fully feminine.

I think with the second daughter there was a different pathology at work.

She was part of a set of twins and Jolie wanted this birth to be "all about her beloved mother's memory" according to various interviews.

She purposefully gave birth to the babies in France and bought a huge Frencg chateau at around the same time (in memory of her mother's "French lineage" according to Jolie interviews).

Jolie also named this daughter "after her mother" according to her: Vivienne Marcheline (feminine French first name and with her mother's own name as the middle name).

Jolie has previously described her mother as very "delicate and feminine" and I think that she's projecting the image of her mom onto this daughter.

I don't know if it helped this second daughter to be left alone a bit by Jolie that she was not quite as genetically blessed in the looks department as Shiloh (and that was noted in press at the beginning). With someone as looks/image obsessed as Angie, I do think she noticed that the second daughter wasn't as much competition for attention in the looks department.

Also: I think Jolie is smart enough to not try the same thing with her only two biological daughters. I don't think anyone would be saying it was "their choice" if this happened at birth with both daughters, they would be questioning Jolie as a parent.

Yeah, I know, [R284]. All of those "deep dark" lifelong issues just magically went away by "becoming a mother"🙄

It's that simple.

Will she ever let her obsession with black clothes go?

So glad I stayed out of this afterall

In the beginning

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"Freak" doesn't even come close.

She apparently got Shiloh a pretty butch nanny

This is apparently the same nanny (with the face cropped this time).

Guess they got a "manny" too?

There were tabloid rumors that she was having an affair with a different nanny named Lena Gould in London in late 2015, but I've never seen a picture of her.

They have always had up to 6 nannies, but have allegedly downsized to two + James since the divorce announcement.

Many pics of the kids out for the day with just a nanny. Wouldn't be surprised if they went days sometimes without seeing a parent.

That's another reason it's weird that they're not in school. Will they even be allowed to apply for college with no formal education? (The oldest is 16 now; getting real close to college age)

Looks like Pitt is doing a huge World War Z sequel with Fincher for Paramount.

I wonder if Jolie will have similarly huge career opportunities now that they're divorcing...

Let's see how long it'll take to develop "World War Z 2". I remember when the first one was filming and reports were that it was a mess. It was Brad stepping in and putting in more input on editing that made the film work.

Even if Brad does sporadic acting he's still a busy producer. His production company Plan B produced "Moonlight", "12 Years a Slave", "The Lost City of Z", "Selma" and more. I think Angie's not going to chase work. She'll do the sequel to Maleficent and continue raising the kids and going overseas like the modern day Audrey Hepburn.

I had no idea Jolie was this weird. I feel bad for the kids and hope they can overcome their dysfunctional childhoods in due time.

How was she even allowed to adopt kids with her history of mental illness and drug addiction?

R308, $$$

R294

Thank you for answering my question. What you've stated makes a great deal of sense in regards to Jolie's thought process! I never knew any of that.

R301

Have you noticed that the butch nanny is holding Shiloh's hand. While, Jolie's claw is digging into her wrist. It appears that Shiloh is use to it with that smile on her face.

Anybody remember the 'John' story that Brad first talked about on Oprah? How Shiloh insisted on being referred to as John? I wonder if that was Jolie's doing.

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I never realized this song was the Angelina Jolie Story

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So it's not the most reputable of news outlets, but funny to come across this article after reading this thread. Maybe Maddox wants Mommy to find love because he's sick of being her little lover.

Fuck off MK Ultra loon.. tryna ruin shit as usual

R299 she gots that look that all the AGP trannies want (well, her and Cindy Crawford )

If you must diagnose her with something, to me she seems more histrionic. She has managed to have a stable relationship with Brad for several years, even though she stole him from another woman, that marriage was probably rocky before she came alone. She also seems to be a decent mother to her 6 or 7 kids. Sure, she's dramatic and intense. She loves knives. She's moody. No doubt not your typical next door neighbor. But she's never come out as BPD.

[quote] ... like the modern day Audrey Hepburn

No way. Not even close.

One is a freak. The other was a classy lady.

Almost no one "comes out" as BPD--especially if they want steady work in the overwhelmingly image driven entertainment industry, to work for/actually represent international political organizations (like the U.N.), and to adopt tons of kids.

She's been rumored to have been diagnosed with BPD ages ago, including from reports from "anonymous sources" who have allegedly seen her medical files at UCLA med center.

She may be histrionic as well (completely possible) but there were reports that her relationship with Brad was anything but stable:

All the children in succession, the constant (usually "unnecessary") travel (Thanksgiving in Thailand?), allegedly locking herself away in her room or frequently checking into a hotel room for sometimes days at a time to be alone and get away from the family while being in a melancholy mood, huge fights where--as the Morton book says--she "constantly dared Brad to leave her and their family", alleged use of fentanyl that almost ended in an OD only a few years ago (this was post kids), affairs, and (obviously) the explosive airport finale of their relationship where Jolie already had a secret rented house in Malibu, began a daily negative leaked stories to TMZ campaign against the father of her kids, and Brad getting the FBI called on his ass.

I think--along with all her other untreated issues ("untreated" because she won't go to personal counseling and basically still blames her dad for all her problems)--she actually does have the long rumored BPD, as well as perhaps histrionic disorder and depression.

(But then isn't that partially why psych orgs labeled it Borderline Personality Disorder in the first place? Because so many different (separate) mental disorders intersect in one person and so they have to give them the more "complex" diagnosis of BPD?)

Borderline Personality Disorder is also notoriously difficult to treat even if the person is willing to try to treat it--which is rare as a lot of BPD people refuse therapy.

It also negatively affects every interpersonal relationship the BPD person has, as that overwhelming/underlying fear of abandonment is constantly challenging that relationship and even one word in the slightest conversation can be seen as a sign of a *major rejection* (to the BPD person) and that abandonment is just around the corner.

That alone can cause some of the craziest behaviors from a person with BPD.

Why is it called "Borderline". Border of what?

Jolie is featured in CFR video.

Do keep playing Dr. Phil, lol.

Damn, what a train wreck of a human being. Brad Pitt sure invested into some seriously damaged goods. Shallow minds usually make bad choices and this goes for the both of them.

The cutting is classic BPD. So are unstable relationships and suicidal ideation. BPs don't have a stable sense of self and massive abandonment issues. They try to be whomever their lovers want them to be--until they crack.

Marilyn Monroe and Diana, Princess of Wales are both brought up as women who probably had BPD.

The one non-BPD thing about Jolie is that she seems to stay on okay terms with her exes. BPs tend to split people--they see people has either angels or demons. Her alleged treatment of Pitt kind of falls into that category, but that doesn't seem to be the case with Thornton or Miller.

Interesting, R324. And the angel/demon thing definitely fits how she sees her mother and father.

I know someone like that. She seems emotionally stunted and childlike in her assessment of others. Very black and white. People are either good or bad. She has very high standards and when mere mortals don't/can't live up to them they are shunned and called a "bad person". There is no forgiveness either.....ever.

As to her ability to be friends with exes, I think that boils down to the fact that SHE was the one who packed it in. She got bored and moved on, or whatever. There was no abandonment . That's very different from getting dumped. If any of the exes did her wrong, you can bet she'd harbor hatred for decades, just like her mother.

That little girl Shiloh has been fucked over big time by her nut case of a mother.

And her father should be horse-whipped for letting it happen.

Hasn't anyone in Brad's family noticed what's been going on?

Take this with a grain of salt because it was probably born from tabloids, but supposedly Brad Pitt's BFF George Clooney refers to AJ as "the bitch". I wouldn't be surprised since he fashions himself like a modern day Sinatra type, big on the nostalgia surrounding him and hey that's how the Rat Packers talked, so he follows suit. Maybe, like I said, pure speculation here. If he actually does feel this way about her and says such things, this hurts his credibility considering he is so committed humanitarian efforts throughout the world. Maybe he should show some compassion for a mentally ill woman happens to be his BFF's wife.

Eh, I've been up close and personal with someone who has BPD--"bitch" is pretty mild. It sounds like Team AJ leaked a lot of stuff to make Pitt look as bad as possible and cut off access to his kids. She only seemed to back off when it became clear that Hollywood was going to back him over her.

"The one non-BPD thing about Jolie is that she seems to stay on okay terms with her exes."

Oh, I think that'll change with Pitt. Her mother spent most of her life blaming her ex-husband for everything and getting her kids to do the same, Ang will probably do what any untreated nutcase does and recreate her childhood drama. Plus, Pitt dumped her and let the whole world know, there isn't a BPD case in the world who wouldn't resent that forever or until she finds a new target.

[quote]She only seemed to back off when it became clear that Hollywood was going to back him over her.

I love this. Her St. Angelina schtick is tired. No one buys it anymore. And people don't believe she did anything noble in adopting those kids only the bring them into her crazy world. Fraus who were once big fans have turned on her. You see a lot of comments on celeb gossip sites about her refusal to give those poor kids any kind of a stable life. No school, no friends, constant travel. Now that they're getting older, and not so cute anymore, she can't use them for photo ops and PR. Plus, once teenage rebellion kicks in she's in for a rough time. One or more is going to go off the rails: drugs, tell alls, etc.

This^

[Quote] She has managed to have a stable relationship with Brad for several years

Didn't they have an open relationship?

[Quote] even though she stole him from another woman, that marriage was probably rocky before she came alone.

I think you're right about Brad and Jen having problems. But you can't steal someone, Brad chose to get involved with Ange.

True, [R333]; Pitt made his own choices, and I don't have any particular sympathy for Aniston.

The Morton book excerpted above does show though that for Jolie's part, she has always seemed to enjoy getting into relationships with men who are already in other relationships: Billy Bob Thornton, Ethan Hawke, Johnny Lee Miller (the *second* time; broke off his engagement for her), Pitt, her brother...

[Quote] Almost no one "comes out" as BPD--especially if they want steady work in the overwhelmingly image driven entertainment industry

It's a shame that mental illness is still something that needs to be hidden. The only celebrity that comes to mind is Demi Lovato.

I came out.

[Quote] Very black and white. People are either good or bad. She has very high standards and when mere mortals don't/can't live up to them they are shunned and called a "bad person". There is no forgiveness either.....ever.

Sounds like an sjw.

Lol, [R337]!

BUMP!

She's so boring and all her controversial bullshit is a total put on. Like Marilyn Manson. It's not surprising that they're drug buddies.

Yup, 340.

OP, I still feel like their were more stories from that book that you could have given us☹️

Like how was (the now largely forgotten) Jamie "the favored son" or "the favored child" (as Morton keeps referencing?)

Was it Voight who "favored" him or was it the crazy ass mom who sent Jolie to live alone in another part of the house 5 floors up--with only a revolving door of nannies to watch her round the clock--for the first 1-2 years of her life?

(He sure didn't seem to be the family favorite as an adult, however)

They're drug buddies, [R340]?! Still (do we think)?

Anything in the book about her hooking with her Gia co-star, Liz Mitchell?

[Quote] Like Marilyn Manson. It's not surprising that they're drug buddies.

Only drug buddies??

BUMP for more BPD Jolie stories!

Well, she looked *super* goth and extra dark and tormented at her high school prom🙄

I know this is a silly gossip rag, but still hope to God it's still not true....

If this happens, all those kids wil *never* go to school or form any interpersonal connections outside of the Jolie-Pitt compound

Brad will be on his deathbed and Shiloh will come and spit on him.

He's the last one to know, R348... "Baby, please don't treat me bad!"

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How does Angie decide which kid she'll take out to get papped?

R348

IF that's true...the only thing I can think is that Brad is desperate to be in his kids lives. He'd get back together with that witch and suffer the rest of his days if she allowed him back into the fold. I doubt Angie would take him back. She's used him up. I know a poster upthread compared her to Audrey Hepburn. I get a Mia Farrow combined with Liza Taylor vibe from Angie. She wants to be glamorous but she's also got this humanitarian act and kid collecting thing she does to prove that she's 'deep'.

He is just as disgusting as she is

More stories please

I finally just watched Maleficent. Except for a few moments of her characterization, it sucked.

Brad is a fucking famewhore par excellence. If you made a chart of his girlfriends, you'd see each one was progressively more famous than the last. He doesn't trade down or date civilians. Ever. To top Angelina he'd have to date Beyonce. Or Madonna. Or Angela Merkel. It ain't gonna be a bartender or makeup artist. Watching him morph into his girlfriend is the most interesting things about him.

The hairpiece Brad is wearing in R348 looks ridiculous.

That's so true, [R356].

(I dislike Jolie and think she's a psycho who is fucking up and isolating all those kids--which she probably should never have been allowed to have in the first place--but Brad has his own flaws).

He does seem status obsessed in his own way and does have a history of only dating famous people and *never* "trading down".

His romantic life has always shown him to be "ambitious": Even before Pitt was famous at all, he heavily pursued relationships with Gena Davis, Robin Givens, and Juliette Lewis--who were all much more famous/infamous than the unknown Pitt at the time.

I don't know where that comes from, but he definitely does not date "civilians".

It's really to only thing that makes him seem snobbish, despite how "down to earth" he acts/portrays himself to be in other ways (he apparently is actually pretty nice to crew members and fans, etc.)

And *all* his major relationships have been with famous women who had fathers with a long history in the business: Paltrow, Aniston, Jolie.

Even when he was first coming into major fame and became engaged to Paltrow (a "new actress" on the scene), not only were her father--and mother for that matter--longtime fixtures in the business, but her godfather was Steven Spielberg. She was/is majorly connected.

This is the only thing that really makes Pitt seem snobby and shallow (being so elitist with who he dates). I do wonder where that status obsessed part of him comes from--as he doesn't seem to necessarily be that way in other areas of his life.

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R84 that looks gender neutral. It looks like organic unbleached fabric.

Oops R184 not 84

More Pitt in L.A. from a few days ago...

(I imagine that it probably pisses Jolie off a bit that he's actually looking decent again since getting away from her--and after all the shit he was put through in the press, including the F.B.I drama).

Any of our West Coast based DLers know what L.A. hotspot/cafe this is?

R358 there are nice snobs. I'm nice to animals, but I think I'm more important than them. I think he was raised to be polite and get along with people. He definitely cares about his status. He wouldn't be happy chucking it all and moving back to his home town.

[R361]/[362], it definitely was not a "gender neutral" outfit. It was chosen from a collection of boys clothes designed by a "hip" L.A.-based kids clothing designer named Kingsley Aarons--who designs clothes for his young son Zephyr (I know, I know...).

The quote from one of the many articles on this outfit (t-shirt was $40 and sold out on the company's website soon afterward)--at the time--is interesting:

"What was Shiloh thinking when she chose this trendy, vintage-washed, raw-seamed gray attire? It's hard for us to say - and impossible for her to do so at the moment.

The cotton tee bears the images of a skull and cross bones, spoons, pots and pans, along with the words "The Pots & Pans Band" scrawled over a pair of angel wings.

It just hit me how big of a deal this is," said Aarons, who was inspired by his 2-year-old son, Zephyr, when the youngster started banging away on pots and pans in the family kitchen.

Parenting magazine editor-in-chief Janet Chan thought Shiloh's threads were "quite in keeping with Brad and Angelina; the whimsy of a mini-rocker without being overly sweet," she says.

By dressing their daughter in a grey T-shirt, Pitt and Jolie were obviously refusing to buy into traditional pink versus blue gender stereotyping, according to Chan. However - BREAKING NEWS ALERT!!! - she also said that children eventually grow into their own personalities, and later on, Shiloh Nouvel might prefer pastels, floral prints, ruffles and lace."

Shiloh's boys debut photo shoot shirt (don't have another pic of the blue pants that she was dressed in along with it). It looks exactly like what Shiloh "chooses" to dress like now....

More Brad looking surprisingly good (and happy) over the recent 4th of July holiday (in white t-shirt and jeans outside his art studio)

So did she end up going after Johnny Depp during The Tourist?

If Pitt always morphs into a male version of his girlfriends, and he's now dating Sienna Miller...

Is he going to start fucking married men?

Excuse my ignorance, but can someone enlighten me? Art Studio? What is that about? Is he an artist now? Or it is an investment? What?

Also, that picture of him at R360 - he's dressing like the consort of Vampira. Which he was, of course.

Do you think Angie picked out his clothes too?

Angie is a pathologic attention whore. I doubt that half of what she blabbed to these "sources" are even true. I can see her making it up.

r368 that's what I want to know, too. He was in his fat puffy stage (the beginning of) so maybe off-putting to her?

Don't know about her and Johnny, they had shifty chemistry in that movie. Pitt probably went on the wagon after some years of heavy drinking. That will improve your looks tremendously.

Yeah r373 their chemistry was odd. I wondered if Depp outplayed her in the 'crazy fucked upedness' stakes and she couldn't cope.

Depp and Jolie would totally deserve each other!

But the eight kids wouldn't.

[Quote] He doesn't trade down or date civilians. Ever. To top Angelina he'd have to date Beyonce. Or Madonna. Or Angela Merkel. It ain't gonna be a bartender or makeup artist.

I don't think he could even if he wanted to. It would be an absolute nightmare for a civilian to date someone as famous as Pitt.

R376 there are plenty of civilians who would jump at the chance to date Pitt. There are also plenty of behind the scenes industry types he could date. He is rich and famous and was once super hot. People will ignore a lot of flaws for that.

Yeah, R356, Pitt has been a Master Starfucker for a very long time, but he's come to the end of that particular road. He's over fifty, has six feral children and a batshit ex-wife, no actress anywhere near the peak of her career will touch him. Apparently all he can pull right now is that B-list skank Sienna Miller, which is a massive comedown from a wife who was on top of the Hollywood heap for a while.

You know he wants a Jennifer Lawrence or Emma Stone, but those gals aren't that stupid.

She has the same problem as well. She was trading up all the while (people think of BBT as a nutcase now, but when she hooked up with him he was hot property in Hollywood) and now the best she'll likely be able to do is some fat balding European politician. But that will continue her illusion of "depth," so I'm sure she'll be satisfied.

Can you imagine Depp and Jolie together? "I overheard some crazy Europeans drunkenly screaming and throwing dishes at each other!"

Someone mentioned Jennifer Garner for Brad. You know they've both thought about it. I bet he does go for a waitress, just for the attention it would bring him.

Betcha ten bucks that Pitt does what most straight men do when faced with a serious Parenting challenge: Marry somebody new and have a second litter of children.

He's a Jerk!

R356-Good point..358..keep in mind, he maybe nice but perhaps different because he's ambitious. He knew then as well as now that being good looking can open doors. Which is fine Nevertheless, ambition can make you what R383 says. He's human. So is she for that matter. Don't get me wrong I'm no cheerleader-however this is what happens when you want to be at the top of you're game. Their hustlers. And the cost of fame baby. Hate it when a hustle includes kids into the mix. I'm starting to think Jennifer Aniston may have done the right thing by never having any herself.

Good point, [R384]. I don't like Aniston *at all* but I respect people who know they don't want kids (or know they *shouldn't* have kids) and follow through with that.

It saves a child from living a messed up, chaotic (and possibly abusive) life, and if more people chose to not bring children into this world--when they know in their hearts ahead of time that they could never give them a stable, healthy upbringing--the world would be a much better place.

Most mega celebs (who typically are wildly ambitious, working all the time, have extreme/highly unusual lifestyles, and usually have mental/emotional disorders that are narcissism related) fall into the category of "probably should not have kids".

Pitt possibly could have had children--and still given them a generally positive life (since he comes from a very stable family of origin, at least knows what "a normal life" is like, and the kids could have benefitted from that kind of extended family, etc.) if he had hooked up with someone with any kind of history of emotional/mental stability.

If she had to be a famous actress, I'm thinking of someone more like an Amy Adams or Rachel McAdams type of person (they have reps for being pretty stable and "normal" as far as actresses go).

Even actresses who aren't necessarily great people, like Gwyneth Paltrow, Jennifer Garner, and Eva Mendes have seemed to make pretty decent mothers and to give their kids some kind of stability.

(And at least Paltrow and Garner--who have older children at this point--have their kids in some kind of fucking school and allow them to take classes and have hobbies and friends!)

With her history of major emotional/mental instability, lack of any formal counseling or parenting classes to address these issues, history of heavy drug addiction and self abuse, and a childhood rich with parental alienation and emotional (and I think possible sexual) abuse, I don't think Jolie should have ever had children and should have made the selfless choice to not bring innocent kids (either adopted or biological) into that fucked up mix/environment.

Donate a ton of money and time to children's charities if you *really* care about them, but don't involve them directly in your never ending narcissistic emotional drama and childhood hang ups.

Brad likewise--though he may have desperately loved Jolie--should have made the selfless, mature, and wise decision to not bring *6* innocent children into the world with Jolie as their mother/dominating influence.

He's just as guilty as she is where those kids are concerned. Not only did he bring those poor kids into the world with an unstable BPD drug addict, but he let her run everything: from targeting her first bio child--who she was open about seeing as a golden child who was "too privileged" at birth and who she struggled to feel any natural connection to--to isolating them from any kind of normal existence, traveling *constantly* in their first, most formative years, keeping them out of school, preventing them from making friends, and preventing them making meaningful emotional connections with their large extended family on Pitt's side.

Their lives have been bizarre since birth (and they probably have no idea what normal life is like) and for that I blame Pitt as much as Jolie.

She should never have had children and he never should have had them with her.

They're both assholes and I still can't believe he let things go on as long as they did.

Their oldest child, Maddox, is now almost 17 years old, and: has never had a home base, had spent his entire life endlessly (and needlessly) traveling around the world by private jet from country to country, never had any kind of formal schooling or education, and has no group of friends or consistent hobbies outside of the Jolie-Pitt hired help/staff.

And who knows what else goes on in his/the other Jolie-Pitt children's home(s)? They're basically as socially isolated at this point as Michael Jackson's children were before he died.

Jolie and Pitt are both selfish assholes for allowing them to be raised this way.

*Are they *both* narcissists or is Pitt just a weak, passive idiot?

I blame him more than AJ, because he did have a normal upbringing. She may truly not see anything wrong in what she is doing.

Undoubtedly he does. It seems impossible to me that his parents and family have not warned him about what's happening with the kids.

Despicable. Both of them, but him most of all.

R387 How right you are! He is a classic lack of head of house hold control type isn't is? So I guess wanting to be dominated by an Alpha female should not come as a big surprise. What a bitch slapping pussyy he turned out to be.

I don't think Brad is weak. He might take the passive role at times, but I think that has a purpose. It keeps him taking responsibility and allows him to be the good guy. AJ is the home wrecker, he's just a nice guy who wanted to be a father and that ambitious bitch Jennifer wouldn't give him one. It all just happened to him. An inherently passive person couldn't be so successful in such a competive industry. He'd have been eaten alive.

Holy shit, LOL. Sydney Pitt is supposedly Brad Pitt's niece.

R385 is spot on

I wish Jon Voight would write a book. That man would have some tales to tell. Of course he won't. Can't upset the Princess. Angelina's mother was crazy as a shit house rat.

My heart bleeds for that first kid she gave birth too. There's gotta be a special place in hell when we fuck kids up this way..She should have allowed her daughter to make her own choices on her sexuality rather then force feeding it to her by birth. What kind of person does shit like that? Wtf is she on?

Interesting video, with AJs childhood nanny's POV (it's a perspective that I didn't consider, prior to viewing it. It's really sad, actually.):

Yeah, Pitt not only had a stable upper middle class upbringing (in a nice community where his family was respected and supported) but he also had friends, was successful in high school (participating in various clubs and activities like tennis and debate), and he went on to a 4 year university and very nearly achieved a degree in journalism (he left for L.A. only a month(?) or so before graduation).

This is basically everything that AJ did not do/have in life (plus she's crazy, obviously).

How he could in good conscience deny this kind of stability and these kinds of opportunities to his own (large group of) children is beyond me.

He has all the means to give those kids the best chances in life (at least materially, socially, and educationally).

If I knew I was allowing my kids to have a chaotic/fucked up childhood (for no good reason) and watching them grow up (the oldest is almost 18 now) without any of the stability or chance at a healthy environment/future that I had growing up, I would probably want to drink myself into a complete stupor as well...

"An inherently passive person couldn't be so successful in such a competive industry"

True! You don't climb to the top of the Hollywood heap without a capacity for ruthlessness, and you don't confine your romantic partners to the Hollywood A-List unless you're so overwhelmingly ambitious that you won't even consider a date unless it might advance your career. However, since Pitt has the capacity to be polite and to get people to like him, I will say that he seems to be better than most... for Hollywood.

I do hope he has the capacity to fight for his children's welfare, but that's far from certain.

You think he and Angie see them as their children? I don't. Angie views them as accessories, part of her star p.r. And Brad views them as Ang's fixation, at least the adopted ones. You know Ang kept his interactions with the kid menagerie to an absolute minimum. They're her possessions, not his. Brad is probably oh so relieved to be out of that lunatic scene. He's probably happier than he's been in years and counting himself lucky for no longer being stuck with a crazy woman and a pack of feral children.

R397 I don't think she sees them as props. I think they are her friends, her family, her community, her country, her tribe. It's fucked up, but I think she loves them. She needs and wants only them and doesn't see why they would want or need more people.

It's hard to say, [R397], (regarding Pitt's point of view).

While I do think he's technically a much better parent/better for those kids than the *supremely* fucked up Jolie, he definitely has his own things to work on.

Not only does he need to work his ass off to somehow get more access to those kids and get them into some kind of school before it's too late for all of them, but he seems like he could be a bit of a workaholic.

He gave all those recent interviews about how kids need "so much more time" and attention than he had previously given them and how his big goal in life now was going to be being "there" for them and being way more present in their lives...and then he seems to have kept his working life as busy as ever!

He's apparently signed on to produce and star in the huge "World War Z" sequel with David Fincher as the director--which will mean lots of location shooting, but also a very *long* shoot (as Fincher movies take forever to film).

And as far as we know, he's also just as busy with his very successful Plan B production company.

You'd think with this messy divorce, his kids clearly in crisis (with most approaching the crucial teenage years all at once), and these big interviews about how he's changing his life do be "all about the kids" now that he'd be significantly slowing things down with his career so that he can devote all his time to his huge family

That doesn't appear to be the case though (at least on the outside).

The man technically never has to work another day in his life (money wise) and has basically achieved everything one possibly can achieve in terms of a career in the entrainment industry (he's been wildly successful in fact and done better that 99% of his peers in a very tough industry). He's set for life.

Perhaps he is a workaholic and doesn't feel like he can quit or stop working because doesn't know what to do with himself if he's not extremely busy (which would be its own problem that he'd need to work on with a therapist).

Or maybe the problems with his kids are so daunting and their problems *so* many that he just doesn't want to deal with it and feels overwhelmed.

The problem is though that he then would be totally "checked out" and leaving those kids 100% at the mercy of a very mentally ill (possessive, narcissistic, isolating) mother during the last years where they are still minors and he can actually make some kind of a difference in their lives/trajectories.

"I don't think she sees them as props. I think they are her friends, her family, her community, her country, her tribe. It's fucked up, but I think she loves them. "

I think she sees them as both possessions, and her narcissistic mirror. They're the only people on Earth she can force to pay complete attention to her, to keep them from having other concerns or relationships with other people. Yes, I'm speculating, but she doesn't let them to go school or have friends outside the family, that is MONUMENTALLY FUCKED UP and it's abusive rather than loving.

If she loved them, even saw them as real people rather than as accessories and a captive audience, she'd have some concern for their education or psychological welfare.

If Jolie is a clinical narcissist (as many in Hollywood are and as many BPD sufferers are as well), then she would have all the outward appearances of caring about/loving and wanting to spend quality time with the kids, but in reality it would be all about her.

The kids would be possessions and reflections of her own glory and as soon as they started developing truly independent personalities and wanting to live their lives differently than the way she's planned out for them (or projected on to them) she would turn on them emotionally and lose interest in having a real relationship with them.

It would be similar to how Joan Crawford emotionally (and financially) turned on Christina Crawford and her other adopted son (Christopher?) when they asserted themselves, but always kept the (overly) obedient and submissive twin girls she adopted in her good graces.

[quote] She needs and wants only them and doesn't see why they would want or need more people.

This echoes the description of abusive spouses. First step is isolating your partner from family and friends so that their world shrinks down to you and only you.

The really bad thing about AJ & company, though, is that instead of an adult partner being isolated from others that love them or care about them, here you have children who have been raised to have no one else but her and that weenie Brad. It's obvious that the kids cannot count on him. Never have they been able to have him stand up for them in the crazy world they've been forced to live in.

He's worse than she is. And he's weak. Talks a good game, but his talk is worthless to them.

And unless he dies young, those kids will grow up and detest him for what he allowed to happen to them. Especially Shiloh.

Will she visit him on his death bed and spit on him? Or just go public about what he allowed to happen so that any "legacy" he hopes to leave will be destroyed by the revelations of what he allowed to be done to her.

What did Brad do? I don't really know the story. What was he into that gave Angie pretty much all of the power in the custody arrangement combined with all of the stipulations that Brad must abide by in order to see his children? All I know is about some incident at the airport. He was drunk? Got a little bit too hands on with Maddox?

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As far as Brad being a workaholic, maybe it's the lifestyle they have been living. It takes big bucks to maintain their mansions, cars, staff, clothes, private jets, nannies, etc. maybe he has to keep projects going all the time due to their lavish lifestyle. I agree the children are doomed. Angelina will only get crazier.

It's terrible, but I can't wait for the books to come out. It will be its own cottage industry.

It will not end well.

I feel so sorry for those kids. I think they have suffered emotional abuse from both parents.

They all have a "vacant" look in their eyes

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Damn! This is her at like 14 or 15 in high school with not a lot of makeup or anything.

I totally think that she's crazy, dangerous, lacks a conscience when it comes to other humans, and shouldn't have kids (adopted or bio), but there's no denying that she was naturally gorgeous and charismatic from the get go.

I guess she's one of those "beautiful, charismatic psychopaths" that people always talk about. They're more dangerous because their beauty and "it factor" distract the people they come in contact with from that fact that they're also totally nuts.

Marilyn Monroe comes to mind, but she was different in that she wasn't known to be malevolent (like Jolie) and (thankfully) never ended up having kids.

I guess Joan Crawford would be another beautiful, charismatic crazy (talking about her younger years here). And Joan *did* end up having kids, and we all know how that turned out...😬

I wish the OP would come back and tell us more "unauthorized Jolie stories"....😢

Here's Jolie in high school with (her frequently mentioned upthread hs best friend, fellow celebrity spawn, and famously gay pal) Christopher Landon.

If you click on the pic you can see that they were (both?) voted "Best Legs" in high school. (So much for her being "totally invisible" in high school...)

She's also listed in the yearbook here--as you can see below--as "Angie Voight". (So the picture caption says: "Best Legs: Angie Voight--Chris Landon).

Yeah, so no one in L.A. knew who she was or that she was Oscar winner Jon Voight's daughter when she started out as a teen, just like she said 🙄

This might be a slightly better version of said pic ^

God. Could we just buy the book?

The woman is incapable of telling the truth.

At least she's wearing some Contempo Casuals knockoff Doc Martens. It increases her street credibility.

She has skinny, chicken legs. Even in high school.

If she was truly invisible in school, she would never have posed for the yearbook picture.

Yeah, the best legs thing is complete horseshit. But it explains her misplaced confidence in them when she thrust it out of that slit in her dress at the Oscars.

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Good God, I'd forgotten how thrusty it was. Awkward as fuck.

R412, is that supposed to be her deep dark teen goth phase? Figures she looks like the "Beverly Hills 90210" version of a goth character.

She was obsessed with starring as Daegny (surprising I've never run across a baby named that, plenty of Reagans around here, I always say, "Oooh like the Exorcist!") Taggart in Atlas Shrugged. That and her will I vote Republican or Democrat bullshit that she pulls for every presidential election is annoying as fuck.

She makes me think of a praying mantis

Anything on her affair with Gwen Stefani?

I wonder what her body looks like now.

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^She's also holding a giant turkey leg (traditional food at that fair) but never seems to actually eat it in any of the pics...

Here's Shiloh at the Renn Fair with Jolie (Shiloh always seems to wear the heaviest looking clothes).

^The turkey leg still remains untouched

Maybe it's something else disguised as a turkey leg.

It's a plastic prop turkey leg to make it look like she's eating something. Shiloh's legs are bigger than hers.

Pretty sure it's really a genuine Renn Fair turkey leg....

(There are always rumors about her eating habits, but "nice" publications like People Mag will say: "Angie never gets hungry", "Angie just forgets to eat", or "Angie feels so bad about the refugees in the world that she feels too bad to eat" (not joking)

The twin son always looks scared, no matter where he is...

Maybe the turkey leg is her new adoptee. Of course, she wouldn't eat it if that's the situation.

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Okay, so given the *clear* obsession that Jolie's mom had with Mick Jagger and The Rolling Stones (as established in the multiple passages posted from the Morton bio above), and the fact that Jolie herself has said that she's been called "Angie" by everyone close to her (including her mom) since she was a little kid, can we safely assume that her crazy mother named her after this Rolling Stones song?

("Angie" was released and became widely popular in 1973 and Jolie was born in 1975)

I thought it was hilarious that Angie's mom took Mick Jagger going onstage to preform a concert a personal affront to her. Fucking crazy family.

You can eat now, Angie girl. Get yourself a big juicy steak.

Technically, celery sticks and methadone are a vegan diet, but that's not really in the spirit of it, Angie.

Lol, [R437] and [R439]!

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What the *fuck* is Angelina doing with her daughter's hair?!

A "buzz cut" now? (And it's not even a straight up buzz cut either). It's all over the map...

This new "peculiar" hairstyle is odd for a girl *or* a boy. It's just weird looking, though I'm sure Jolie is thrilled that it's so unflattering on her daughter.

(Major flashbacks to Shirley MacLaine's daughter Satchi Parker's auto bio here--where MacLaine was threatened by Satchi's looks and/or any perceived future competition from her at every turn since the time she was a kid. Shirley loved fucking with and controlling her daughter's life).

And why is Jolie seen with the kids every. fucking.day now (like the queen of such things, Jennifer Garner)?

Is it just to flaunt the fact that Brad never appears to be allowed to see them?

Even psycho dad and open druggie Charlie Sheen did not seem to be so legally and otherwise kept away from all his various children as much as Brad seems to be kicked out of these kid's lives since the divorce filing. It's bizarre.

Does he just have no interest in fighting back legally and having a significant place in their lives? So, he's okay with giving Jolie 100% control over their futures then?

Well, I guess they'll never see their Missouri grandparents or extended family ever again either (by all accounts nice, normal, stable people that they were barely being allowed--by Jolie--to see at all to begin with).

If true, Pitt's an idiot and an asshole.

If you're getting less legal visitation rights than *known* public fuck ups extraordinaires (and admitted hard core drug users, hooker chasers, etc.) like Charlie Sheen, Johnny Depp, and Ben Affleck (and even Ryan Phillipe) then you either need a *whole* need legal team or you're just not fighting hard enough.

To leave all those ragamuffins with Jolie and her "no school, no friends, no "uncool rules" (see: discipline), and no life outside of ME" parenting style is tantamount to child abuse or neglect by Pitt in my opinion.

Either he needs brand new lawyers ASAP or he *really* does not care about all those kids anymore and is a deadbeat dad who has no interest in what happens to his offspring...

(*Never* liked him as an actor--ever--but am currently losing all respect for him as a public figure (and "humanitarian") for apparently not giving a fuck that his children will be solely raised by a BPD and NPD horror show with a terrible track record in all of her personal relationships--Oh, and who doesn't belive in any therapy for herself).

Who cares about what Shiloh looks like. This one troll is tiresome, constantly going on about it. Shiloh probably chooses it for herself. Big fucking deal.

R442 It's more likely that Brad does see the children, but as part of the agreement, only she is allowed to be photographed with them. Which creates the false narrative that you yourself have fallen for.

So has James ever had a real job? Has Angelina? Not everyone gets to be a model. Did Marcheline work a day in her life after hooking up with voight and was her real name actually Marsha Lynne?

r442 is a midwesternchurchfrau

Shiloh's hair is stylish for her age. It's skater hair.

[R445], you mean even the mom's French name was fake??

(I'm guessing all the stories Jolie and her mom told about the mom--and therefore Angelina--being Native American were fake too?)

Wtf on the mom's name.

Jolie never quite looks as "goth" or "gangsta" in her teen years as she has claimed to be...

Jolie's mom with Angie as a baby next to her (the mom's) younger sister Debbie Bertrand Martin and what would be Angelina's cousin Chris Martin (not that one).

Allegedly, Marcheline (or whatever her name really is) did not get along with her sister and so Jolie and her brother didn't really grow up with the extended family; the mom wouldn't let her sister see her before she died either...

So are Angie and her mom really Native American or not?

(I believe Jolie used to claim they were Iroquois)

Jolie was once a Michael Jackson fan! Proof!

Is this teen Angie with the boyfriend who was also a cutter? He's not identified in pic...

They should get back together. Who is he?

Giving off some Bad Seed vibes here...

[quote] So are Angie and her mom really Native American or not?

Probably not. Lots of white Americans have a family story about 'that Cherokee great great aunt' and insist they're part indigenous because of it. You should see the indignation and cognitive dissonance on the 23andme forums when they discover that 'native ancestor' was from West Africa.

Lol, [R457].

This is allegedly an early casting Polaroid of a 14 or 15 year old Jolie.

Her face looks strikingly different here. Did she reshape her jaw somehow?

Her whole face shape looks different...

^oh, and no chin!

Serious question: has anyone here seen any of the 3 or so films she's directed?

(And if so, are they any good?)

I tried to watch By The Sea, but got too bored to continue beyond twenty minutes. And I like 'slow' European films.

I can't believe I read this whole thread. So she's basically nuts

Angelina 's mother was born Marsha Lynn Bertrand in Illinois. Not Marcheline as Jolie claims. She is not French. If any of you have access to Ancestry.com, you can look this up. There is no indication that she ever modeled as Jolie claims. As far as any movie roles, I don't know of any. She may or may not have had small work as an extra in tv. Angelina has lied about this too so who knows. Most likely, Jon supported her.

They are of no more Indian heritage than any of the rest of us. Angelina lives in a fantasy world.

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Wow, [R464]! That's so weird; it's like every time you read about Jolie and her mom's family background, they come out crazier than you thought the last time...

Angelina as a baby was incredibly ugly. Shiloh was a significantly better looking infant. It's annoying how Angelina grew to be a beauty and then had surgery on almost every single feature.

Girl

Girl in jeep

Connie

Yeah, [R469], the mom clearly never had much work on the industry.

I also wonder if her real goal the whole time was just to hook a wealthy industry type (like she did fairly young with Jon Voight) rather than to actually be a successful actress herself.

I remember Jolie tearing up during a long form interview once (I think it might have been "Inside the Actor's Studio"--and I think her mom was still alive at the time) while going on about how hard her mother had it, having to "give up" such a promising acting career that was going so well because "she had to...to raise me and my brother" and talking about how tough life was for her mom, etc.

Then you read about how the mom had Jolie and the brother raised by a revolving door of nannies and let them do (literally) whatever they wanted as adolescents and teens and how she was never really a working actress and essentially never worked a day in her life after snagging Jon Voight, and you have no idea what Jolie was talking about in all those interviews...

*in the industry (not on)

Hmmm... talk about "unexpected connections"; is it possible Pitt is having a rebound affair with Frank Ocean?

Partway through the thread and fascinated. Don't get how a bitch could have so much hold especially over dudes that are also famous and rich.

I am clearly seeing why Jon left Angelina's mother. She was mentally ill.

The mom was not even attractive.

I personally think she was just "okay" looking; [R475]; nowhere *near* what Voight could have gotten at his peak though....

Damn, the Frank Ocean story is a good one!

Frank and Brad would make a good looking couple.

Well Brad and Frank could adopt more kids together....

If you ask me, Marsha Lynn was rather plain looking.

Agree, [R480]. Very average, especially by Hollywood standards...

Well, [R478] and [R479], we known that Brad dated Robin Givens for awhile (even risking the wrath of Mike Tyson to do so), so it's already established that he's down with the swirl.

(I remember during the "12 Years a Slave" Oscar campaign as well that he seemed enamored with Lupita when they did events together to promote the film--like he had a crush on her).

According to that article above, Brad seems *very* into Frank, so we'll see what happens...

Frank singing to Brad while Brad listens to him live on the phone...

I'm amazed there was nothing written about 'Alexander' (2004) part of the timeline at all. Ange never tried to climb Colin Farrell?

Right, [R483]?! I've been thinking that since I first started reading this thread.

I remember there were *so* many rumors at the time about Jolie and Farrell hanging out together frequently off set and how she was really into him.

There were also rumors that she was looking for a high profile "dad" for Maddox and hoping that he would be the guy. (I know that sounds tabloidy--and it totally is--but those were some of the rumors at the time).

Allegedly she was frustrated because she couldn't "tame" him or get him to take too much interest beyond a fling.

May have all been BS, but it would have been fun to see some of this addressed in the Jolie book segments/anecdotes posted here...

Here's a pap pic of Jolie, Colin, and Maddox with one of her bodyguards spending time together during the time period you mention, [R483].

More Jolie and Colin...

The apparent seamless transition from Farrell to Pitt, lol

More snuggling and hugging

She definitely seemed after him for a hot minute there

Dang, Colin Farrell really dodged a bullet!

It's kind of funny how many "father figures" she had for Maddox right before snagging Pitt...

Another...

Had no idea she was hooking up with him again in 2004...

I have no doubt that Angelina and Collin fucked.

I remember the rumours about Jolie and Farrell. But Colin was also supposedly sleeping with Leto.

Look at the dirty look Maddox is giving Colin at R485.

Kudos to Colin for being soooo much smarter than Pitt. I would guess CF has patted himself on the back for his escape.

Colin looks kind of mortified / fml in r489...?

I do want to here more stories and I know am Shipping Joipp. Joile/Depp.

I think they are two of the most outrageous substance abusing looney bins that the world needs them together. I need them together. If anything it will save any future significant others they might have, if they can be together.

I think she's mostly gay.

R499 That's what this homewrecker wants you to think.

She and Farrell didn't fuck although they were close pals. He boned Rosario Dawson, and he and Jared were rumored but never confirmed. They were at least party/drug buddies for a few years there (Colin/Jared).

Farrell is notoriously weak around women, is a huge Momma's boy. If Maneater Jolie had wanted him she would have had him, sin duda. He's also very nice with kids, his own and others, so no surprise she spent time hanging with him and Maddox during filming. But she was hooking up with her ex Jonny Lee at the time, also allegedly Oliver Stone her director. Farrell's too soft/mushy for her.

R473, likely the stories about her "hold" over men are lies or wildly exaggerated to the point of comedy, like other stories she tells about herself.

Does anyone seriously think Mick Jagger was despondent over her? Ready to LEAVE Jerry Hall for her? More likely she made up the crazy story that Jagged Films was going to cast Johnny Lee Miller in a movie as Mick's desperate bid to get her attention, and told anyone who would listen.

I don't believe the Jagger stories either

No one's suggesting that Colin and Jolie were thinking about walking down the aisle together or anything, [R501]--we're saying that they probably fucked!

Both Jolie and Farrell are very lusty types, and Jolie openly mentioned in several interviews at the time (of filming with Farrell) that she had several "lovers" she would regularly meet just for sex/hotel hookups.

And it's not as if Jolie or Farrell are religious types waiting till marriage or even too picky about who they screw. Jolie is also not the type to overtly show physical affection with "friends" or have purely platonic friendships with hot guys. The bio passages above make that clear.

I think it's pretty obvious that they were fucking for a minute or so there....

r502,

Yeah your right, said neither Jen nor Laura.

I totally think it's likely that Farrell could have been fucking Jared Leto and Jolie was fucking Johnny Lee, Oliver Stone, (allegedly Ralph Fiennes as well) and whoever else at the same time. I don't think it was a big deal to any of them--though I wouldn't be surprised if Jolie wanted a little more from Farrell....

*he could have been her "Brad" if he had fallen for her needy million kids and non-stop traveling the globe plans first...

How tall is Farrell?

[quote]likely the stories about her "hold" over men are lies or wildly exaggerated to the point of comedy, like other stories she tells about herself.

If she truly had that sway with guys, you'd think she'd bag a truly powerful, mover-and-shaker type like the CEO of a major company, or a big time politician. It's obvious from the UN ambassador crap that she desperately wants to be "important" in the real world. Instead, she ends up with other Hollyweird stars like dim bulb Pitt.

R507 Farrell was a new father when they started filming that shitty Alexander movie, so he probably kept his priorities in check and knew better than to get in too deep with that head case. That other poster is right, Farrell must be endlessly congratulating himself for trusting his instincts and dodging that bullet. Most full grown men have learned to differentiate between the type of women that are for marrying and the types that are just good for fun weekends, too bad man child Brad couldn't.

R492 it's easy to forget how adorable Maddox used to be. He and the other adopted Asian boy are fug and scary now.

It was rumored that Farrell stopped messing around with Rosario Dawson for Jolie.

Dawson and Jolie barely looked at each other at the premiere.

Despite her image, Billy Bob Thornton said in an interview that sex with Angelina was boring and like fucking a pillow.

Actually Billy Bob said it was like fucking a couch

Billy Bob was probably just pissed that she didn't make with the threesomes

Billy Bob is hung.

Just wanted to say great thread! Thanks OP for posting the book, as I never would have read it otherwise. Man, I feel badly for her kids, even her. As someone who WAS sexually abused, it seems odds on that someone played with that gorgeous little girl, and that she is totally blameless for that, and the results are devastating. Her mom was batshit crazy, so basically, except for being rich, she didn't even have a chance at mental health. Sad. ( and no, her being gorgeous didn't make her more palatable as an abuse victim, the abusers are sick fucks who just like the power, and the helplessness of abusing a kid, its not a fair fight, and they feel power I guess which in their real life, is a non starter.,

Now the bio children are possibly carrying the crazy gene. I sure hope they are not.

Both Farrell and AJ denied a sexual thing, and he used to be a big enough loudmouth about everything back when he was using so don't believe he'd lie. The pics of him hugging her with the kid don't mean much, like stated upthread he's very mushy and huggy-kissy with everyone. They also knew they were being papped and playing up for photogs.

He's also not her type, too weak willed and clingy.

Haha of course she fucked Colin. And who cares about Billy Bob's dick, it's still attached to him, he's gross in every way.

I wonder what Angelina's giant black cross tattoo is covering? A slanted cross is a famously good cover up for a swastika tattoo

She lied about fucking Billy Bob in a limo on the way to a premiere - she just said it for media attention. And what an inappropriate famewhore to discuss her "lovers" and their hotel meetups when promoting a movie...she's so lame.

I remember reading some gossip around the time those Colin/Angie photos were taken and "sources" said that Colin bragged about fucking her, saying she was wild in bed---up for anything. Who knows if it's true though.

And now she's claiming that she had Bell's Palsy and made a complete recovery.

The dermatologist got the botox too close to a nerve, and she turns it into fucking Bell's Palsy.

This woman just made up a bunch of lies and the press jumped on it. She is so pathetic. Everything she claims is a big lie. How can anyone take her seriously.

Those kids are doomed

Oh, and let's *please* not forget those dastardly chickenpox that decided to strike Angelina down the day before her big "Unbroken" world premiere--just after the Sony leaks story broke wide with her at the center!

(Poor Angelina had to send both of Pitt's parents (who everyone knows she hates) and Shiloh--making a rare red carpet appearance--front and center in a fancy three piece suit to generate headlines at the premiere in her stead).

Oops! ⬆️ Still from the video she was forced to record for the premiere instead of attending in person--because of "the chickenpox"

(Apologies for the errors in the above post!)

VANITY FAIR BUMP!

Marcia Lynne Bertrand...

Why couldn't it have been Marsha? That's so much more of a trashy spelling.

R526 I believe the words were 'minimally talented spoiled brat'.

[/quote] Billy Bob Thornton said in an interview that sex with Angelina was boring and like fucking a pillow.

Bitter bitch.

She sounds extremely boring and like a rich junkie/ex junkie, that's unfortunately a famous narcissist. Not that Brad is any better.

Did she ever meet madonna? because they have a lot in common...

R532 According to this book, Madonna and Michael Jackson were Angie' idols.

Really, [R533]? Were there any details?

It's surprising because she has always acted like she was never "impressed" by celebrity and was not star struck/not really a fan of anyone famous...

I thought it was funny how the UN gave her some silly award, and she had some book ghost written for her while she pretended to care about poor people in Africa and SE Asia.

Can't those "advisers" she pays using her tax dodge foundation convince her to do a Garbo and fuck right off? Sick of seeing her ana, over-plasticized, dope addicted face everywhere.

And they should at least let her know that the more she starves herself, the more ridiculously enormous her head looks.

This makes me wan to read the book

Overrated, and she's your typical drug addicted Hollywood kid who grew up with having a famous dad Jon Voight.

This boring shit again? I don’t understand the big whoop-tee-doo here. She’s always been very open about her past. Big fucking deal?

Where are some of you from? This is typical life growing up in Hollywood/New York City. Especially as the child of an actor. Nothing about her is as weird or as off as some of you think. As a matter of fact, she was very tame, by Hollywood standards, trust me.

R540, true it is typical growing up in L.A., NYC, or in parts of the East Coast and West Coast, and just like people I know who became addicted to hard drugs as teenagers or young adults, she's still addicted to them.