Ah, the pain. The horrible and intense sadness that lingers at the thought that Brangelina is no more. They were the great hope that a couple could be movie star gorgeous, but also smart and philanthropic and talented and family oriented. They were the Hollywood ending we were all rooting for. Who didn’t want them to stay together forever, just so you could look at the relationship with envy and know that somebody had won the perfect life lottery.
Brad and Jen were cute. They were adorably cute, but Brad and Angelina were hot and sexy, tree hugging world citizens, adopting kids from other countries, creating a United Nations-like family, while still creating film. Beautiful to look at–yes–but also such do-gooders, such super hip leaders. They weren’t flashy, they were down to earth, with barefoot kids and photo spreads that paid them oodles, which they gave to charity.
I’m a sucker for a happy ending. Don’t we all love a love story? This one’s disintegration feels sad. They seemed real, and not a celluloid fantasy. I hate it when that happens.