BAFTA Awards Fug or Fab: Angelina Jolie

OK, Angelina. Baby steps. We’re taking baby steps. Which I guess is appropriate, since you’ve got seventeen actual babies running around your house showing you how to take them.

We’ve got a slice of color here, AND presumably a dress that is on the right way around (unlike her blue SAG dress, although I’m not entirely sure I blame her for that, considering the deep plunge V in the front — which she made the back — would have exposed pretty much her entire torso and 95 percent of her breasts).

And yet I’m not sure I can get on board the SS Sunshine Strip here. I keep wishing she’d had it hemmed just a fraction above the knee — or, alternatively, worn saucier shoe with a more painfully high heel to sex it up a bit. As is, the ensemble comes off slightly dowdy. It’s all an example of an interesting theory not particularly well executed — I can see fab elements that, regrettably, for me don’t add up to an unforgettable whole.

Things DO get a bit cheeky when we switch to a rear view, though:

Is it just me, or is Angie shoplifting a little USDA Prime rump meat? Bless her. If I were married to Brad Pitt, I’d be doing this all the time, so it’s nice to know she’s still human — and that no matter HOW much he runs around looking like a smarmy French game-show host, she still recognizes that if you’ve got that ass in your legal sights you take it and you GRAB IT and you do not stop.