A change of style

Ready for a change?

I was really looking foward to it and it didn’t disappoint!

CHANGELING with Angelina Jolie and Clint Eastwood, tells the harrowing story of a mother whose son is snatched from her home whilst she is at work.

Ms Collins (Jolie) tells the police and faces an anxious wait until the cops tell her they have found her son.

But the boy they present her with is not her son. Whilst she protests, she is persuaded by the police captain in charge that she is confused.

Further confusing matters is the boy who calls her ‘mummy’.

Collins continues to fight the authorities, claiming that whilst they insist that this is her son they are wasting valuable time not finding her own flesh and blood.

The captain loses patience. Unwilling to see embarassment brought upon his police force, he chucks her into an asylum.

I don’t want to spoil it, so I will say no more. But I highly recommend it. ESPECIALLY as it is based on a true story connected to the Wineville Chicken Coup Murders.

20’s fashion

The film was beautifully shot and really brought home the feeling of living in 1920’s America.

As if that isn’t enough, two very old American women were going ‘I remember that’ the whole way through. (Rather loudly I might add. Every few minutes a ’ssssshhhhh’ was heard.)

Jolie looked beautiful but painfully thin (was this around the time her mother passed away?)

Twenties fashion was so elegant and flowed over the body rather than clinging hear and there. Glamour is the buzzword.

Angelina Jolie Twenties Fashion

 

The hats were incredibly simple yet stylish and the coat and gloves looked inexplicably chic.

If only that era of clothes could come back in (bar flapper dresses which have already made their comeback!)

However, whilst I was wishing I could have lived in the 1920’s, I began to think…

It would mean going back to the society that allowed the dreadful Collins tale to take place. A time when women were considered to be little more than emotional baby making machines.

So next time I wish upon an era, i’ll go down to that vintage shop and thank my lucky stars I dont have to in it.