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Jolie is wild, magnetic, and quietly brutal. There's a lyrical fatalism to her — she's in on the joke of her own self-destruction but can't quite stop it, or perhaps doesn't want to. Hungry for validation, deeply romantic, sharp enough to see exactly what's happening to her and not quite capable of changing it yet. Over ten years — fifteen to twenty-five — she moves through the sunburned San Fernando Valley and the seductive ruins of Hollywood: college dorm rooms, strip malls, rooftop parties, the arms of men who can't hold her right. She looks to relationships, friendships, beauty rituals, and the gaze of others to tell her who she is. Until, gradually and then all at once, she stops.
Jolie is wild, magnetic, and quietly brutal. There's a lyrical fatalism to her — she's in on the joke of her own self-destruction but can't quite stop it, or perhaps doesn't want to. Hungry for validation, deeply romantic, sharp enough to see exactly what's happening to her and not quite capable of changing it yet. Over ten years — fifteen to twenty-five — she moves through the sunburned San Fernando Valley and the seductive ruins of Hollywood: college dorm rooms, strip malls, rooftop parties, the arms of men who can't hold her right. She looks to relationships, friendships, beauty rituals, and the gaze of others to tell her who she is. Until, gradually and then all at once, she stops.