Turns out I spoke too soon. It turns out Pitt Porn DID make an appearance at TIFF – just not on the red carpet.
The place to be for celebrities on Saturday night was Roof II– at Cannes it was the terrace bar at the Du Cap, this year it’s a terrace at the Park Hyatt . As I mentioned earlier, Brad and Angelina were supposed to go elsewhere but for the psychotic obsession of the Brangelunatics, they were obliged to change their plans.
Shinan Govani, a proper journalist for The National Post, is the boy about town and, I say this with the utmost affection, a total party whore. Only it’s his job. Shinan parked his little ass on the roof early and as the Pitts redirected their route, so did every other celebrity in town.
As such Shinan as fortunate enough to witness for himself the legendary love of Brad and Angelina. It’s horny, it’s hot, and it’s yet another indication that the tabloids are full of sh-t. They are NOT breaking up.
Shinan’s report below:
Where Brad and Ang are, others celebrities follow -- just like it was for the most popular couple in any high school, and all their assorted hangers-on.
There"s Angelina gesticulating while talking to Sean Penn. There"s Sean Penn talking to Javier Bardem. There"s Javier Bardem talking to Gael Garcia Bernal. There"s Diane Lane. There"s Josh Brolin. There"s Catherine Keener. There"s Woody Harrelson. There"s Aaron Eckhart. There"s Don Cheadle. There"s Fisher Stevens. There"s even the little girl all grown up from Stepmom --
Jena Malone -- and the guy who begat Monty Python and so many movies, Terry Gilliam.
As a lesson in room flow? this night at the Hyatt was like doing an intensive course at the Sorbonne. Rarely have I seen a room fill up with boldface so quickly -- especially considering that when I got there there was nobody notable, and then with the materialization of Brangelina, they
just kept coming. And coming.
It was like the Golden Globes --minus, I guess, the awards and Jack Nicholson.
My hunch is that one celebrity called another to tell them that this is where the action was, and the other called and another and, well, it was just like the way it works with a block party. All of it so searingly human.
The Jolie-Pitts, by the way, seem to be doing just fine.
And the physical chemistry between them? Perfectly palpable and Puccini score-worthy. At various points, Angelina, standing against a wall, cradled her Jesse James from the behind, gave her true love a shoulder massage and even playfully unbuttoned part of his shirt.
Outside of Donald Trump"s floor-length mirror, one hardly ever sees so much love reflected.
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