ANGELINA JOLIE'S 15 MINUTES: GONE IN 60 SECONDS

ANGELINA JOLIE'S 15 MINUTES: GONE IN 60 SECONDS

Since bursting upon the scene in Hackers, a cinematic triumph from 1995 that also starred that guy who played Sick Boy in Trainspotting, Angelina Jolie has marked her territory in Hollywood. She also began pissing all over the public consciousness.

Where's Charlize Theron when you need her? Here's a girl who made a big splash with a hot nude scene (with James Spader in 1996's 2 Days In The Valley), becoming all the rage in Hollywood almost overnight. Angie made a similar move, probably when that sequel to Hackers didn't pan out. She starred in the HBO biopic of Gia Carangi, doffing her kit repeatedly (most hilariously in an early sequence involving a overacting fashion photographer. "Keep the fence," he says. "Lose the clothes." Snooze.) What separates Ms Theron from good ol' Angie is that Charlize can actually act. I think in the version of Cider House Rules starring Jon Voight's daughter, Candy pulls a shiv on Homer in that orchard. Thankfully, that version was left on the cutting room floor. Another good thing about Charlize, besides her normal, human-like lips? She doesn't waste a lot of ink with bizarro statements about her freakish sex life. I mean, Angie vociferously denies sleeping with her brother out of the left side of her mouth, and then describes a typical day at the Billy Bob/Angie Circus out of the other. "If there was a safe way to drink his blood, I'd love to. We've thought about it. You lay in bed and you just want to bite holes in each other. It's not about cutting yourself or some kind of weird thing — now it's just, 'I want to eat him." This from the latest Rolling Stone, the one with the oh-so-perfect tagline 'Angelina Jolie: Blood Sugar Sex Magic.'

Why must we endure this torture?

The really sad thing is that I can see Angie starring in Bad Reputation: The Joan Jett Story. Can't you? Can't you see those enormous Mick lips wrapped around a microphone, lip syncing to "Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah)"? Oh, the horror. I don't know if such a film is in the works, but I hope that Ang isn't a Glorious Noise reader, or I've just set the wheels in motion on the very thing that will send me to my grave.

But at least that grave hasn't been bought, in advance, by me, for myself and my mate. That's just another wacky occurrence in the humdrum life of Johnny Lee Miller's ex-wife. I'll just be over here eating orange food with Billy Bob.

(Aside to The Donnas: You can make a Joan Jett movie anytime you want.)

JTL