There's nothing like a Hollywood breakup to bring people together

Brad and Angelina. The flowering of their relationship was shrouded in secrecy. The withering of their relationship is similarly gnomic. I particularly liked Angelina's confession that when she was nursing her crush on Brad, during the filming of Mr & Mrs Smith (left) – previously denied – she had really looked forward to going to work. You can see her point. It must be a real drag to heave yourself out of bed in the morning just to get paid zillions to act in huge Hollywood movies, without even a little bump of romantic interest to sweeten the pill. But what a lot Brangelina packed into that oh-so-brief period of happiness, when they were on and admitting it proudly. Providing inspiration for history's most irritating neologism was the least of it.

Six children together is quite a tally, even if Angelina only gave birth to some of them. I'm movie reviewsuming that neither Brad nor Angelina will be tramping off to the developing world in the near future, not to extol the virtues of birth control anyway – but still, those much-admired pretensions towards world-healing have met with a kind of success. Is there an even mildly interested observer on the planet not now intoning, with relish, "I told you so"? Love may conquer all, but there's nothing like a flamboyantly ill-judged affair for promoting brief outbreaks of international harmony.

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